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This is a rebroadcast. The episode originally ran in April 2020. Ryan Gottfredson, Ph.D. is a cutting-edge leadership development author, researcher, and consultant. He helps organizations vertically develop their leaders primarily through a focus on mindsets. Ryan is the Wall Street Journal and USA Today best-selling author of Success Mindsets: The Key to Unlocking Greater Success in Your Life, Work, & Leadership and The Elevated Leader: Leveling Up Your Leadership Through Vertical Development. He is also a leadership professor at the College of Business and Economics at California State University-Fullerton. Links RyanGottfredson.com Success Mindsets: Your Keys to Unlocking Greater Success in Life, Work, and Leadership The Elevated Leader: Level Up Your Leadership Through Vertical Development Share your thoughts in the Leading Saints community. Transcript coming soon Get 14-day access to the Core Leader Library Highlights Ryan explores the critical role of mindsets in effective leadership. Leaders often enter their roles with good intentions but may inadvertently create negative environments due to their mindsets. Ryan shares insights on how mindsets shape perceptions and behaviors, using examples from sports and personal experiences. He discusses the difference between closed and open mindsets, highlighting how a closed mindset can hinder effective leadership. He examines the prevention versus promotion mindset, illustrating how focusing on avoiding problems can stifle growth. The conversation encourages leaders to embrace open-mindedness and take calculated risks to foster engagement and positive change within their organizations, ultimately stressing the importance of having a clear vision to guide leadership efforts. 05:45 Value of mindset in assuming leadership responsibilities; NFL example of good intentions gone awry. Leader impact on “subordinate” self-esteem. 11:15 Becoming awakened to our personal mindsets, e.g. homeless individuals 15:00 Do we perceive our leaders as doing their best? Bias towards our personal perceptions vs openness to other possibilities. Unintentional damage to team/group/congregation members. 18:39 Mindset in conducting successful meetings. Chrysler/Lee Iacocca case study. Desire to look good, be right, avoid problems and get ahead are self-focused, negative self-protection modes. We should want to learn and grow, find truth, reach goals, and lift others. 24:05 We limit ourselves by believing our opinions count more than others. 26:00 Decision making becomes stunted if we are closed. Do we desire to be the person with all the answers who minimizes the perspectives of others? Do people feel psychological safety in the group? 31:20 Do we allow formal handbooks to stifle our creativity? 32:50 Prevention mindset vs risk taking. Fleeing to safe comfort zone may not lead to original destination. 36:40 Sacrament meeting mindset 40:30 Comfort-focused vs intention focused. Are the people in the group growing? Do we deem our bucket so full we cannot pour anything else into it by way of considering avenues for growth? 44:00 How do we know if people in the organization are engaged and growing? What drives engagement? Do stakeholders feel their opinions matter? Gallup study reveals 30% of workforce feels truly engaged. 50:15 Only 5% of mindset survey respondents find themselves in the top quartile. There is no correlation among the four mindsets. Failure avoidance leads to wanting to look good as opposed to learning/growing. 50% of population has fixed mindset. Spiritually, are sanctification and tapping into the Spirit more difficult with a closed mindset about self? Having faith to “lean into” difficult situations. 1:00:37 Consider crucial conversations with leaders whose closed mindset is negatively impacting the organization. “I Hear You” by Michael Sorensen will improve your emotional intelligence.

Mezzo-soprano Leandra Ramm is a dynamic performer praised for her “beautiful and quite moving” artistry (Nordstjernan Newspaper) and “brilliant” talent (San Francisco Classical Voice). Leandra has graced some of the world's most prestigious stages, from Carnegie Hall to the San Francisco Opera House, earning acclaim for her versatility and heartfelt performances. As a featured soloist with the San Francisco Symphony and collaborator on Grammy-nominated recordings, her artistry has captivated audiences worldwide. But Leandra's story doesn't end on the stage. A proud mother of four little ones (6 months, 6, 8 and 10 years old), she balances the demanding life of an opera singer with the joys and challenges of family life. And in 2025, she's set to release her highly anticipated debut album, Watching Glass, I Hear You—a project that comprises works derived from predominantly female-penned poetry and personal accounts. The album is a testament to both the emotional depth of song repertoire, and to femininity in its beauty and its struggles. Leandra's inspiring journey balances the opera stage, the recording studio, baby nursery and motherhood! Watching Glass, I Hear You, on Ablaze Records is set for worldwide release on February 28, 2025. Leandra can be found at her website, on Instagram and Tiktok @LeandraRamm, and on Facebook @LeandraRammMusic   Thanks for joining me on Crushing Classical!  Theme music and audio editing by DreamVance. You can join my email list HERE, so you never miss an episode! I help people to lean into their creative careers and start or grow their income streams.  You can read more or hop onto a short discovery call from my website. I'm your host, Jennet Ingle. I love you all. Stay safe out there!    

In this episode, I chat with these two chatty souls Samantha King and Jess Curtis from the I Hear You podcast about navigating emotions, relationships, and self-awareness in both personal and professional life. We kick off by exploring how we process conversations differently - whether we're in them or reflecting afterward - and the insights that come from each. From importance of speaking our feelings out loud, balancing being present with later reflection, and how honesty with ourselves and others is key. I share lessons I've taken from my own relationships and experience of how open conversations, especially around resentment, have been transformative. Samantha and Jess also talk about purpose, self-compassion, and the challenge of living up to societal expectations. It's a cracker of a conversation about relationships, self-awareness, and finding balance in the chaos that is life.   TESTART FAMILY LAWYERS Website: testartfamilylawyers.com.au SAM & JESS Podcast: I Hear You Podcast TIFFANEE COOK Linktree: linktr.ee/rollwiththepunches/ Website: tiffcook.com LinkedIn: linkedin.com/in/tiffaneecook/ Facebook: facebook.com/rollwiththepunchespodcast/ Instagram: instagram.com/rollwiththepunches_podcast/ Instagram: instagram.com/tiffaneeandco  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Ryan Greigg and Jacqueline Smith dive into the concept of influence and the importance of having people in your life who provide constructive feedback. They discuss how balanced feedback from trusted sources can lead to significant personal and professional growth.   Featuring insights on communication techniques, the duo shares personal anecdotes, emphasizing the need for open-hearted listening and thoughtful questioning. They also recommend the book "I Hear You" as a valuable resource for improving communication skills in relationships. Tune in for practical advice on becoming a better leader, partner, and friend. ---------- Connect with the 15 Point Plan: 15 Point Plan: https://WinMakeGive.com/15-point-plan/ Win Make Give Facebook group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/WinMakeGive Learn more about the co-hosts: Jacqueline Smith: https://www.instagram.com/jacquelinerae_smith/ Ryan Greigg: https://www.instagram.com/ryanparkgreigg/ Book one of our co-hosts for your next event: https://WinMakeGive.com/speakers/ Part of the Win Make Give Podcast Network

It seems many of us struggle to hear from God after the death of our child. We wonder why He has abandoned us when we need Him more than we ever have before. This was not Laura's original topic for this episode, but God directed her to change it unexpectedly, a few hours before she […] The post 267: God, Why Can’t I Hear You? appeared first on GPS Hope.

«K-House» nennt Peggy Gou ihren grellen und verspielten House-Pop und hat damit via London und Berlin die Clubwelt erobert. Nach 10 Jahren voller Gigs rund um den Erdball bringt die Südkoreanerin das Debüt «I Hear You», auf dem sie das Erfolgskonzept leider etwas einseitig aber voll auskostet.

J'espère que tu vas bien, ce matin, après un week-end où les éléments se sont déchaînés, au sens propre comme au figuré, avec de violents orages et 18'000 éclairs enregistrés hier soir en Suisse romande, des pluies diluviennes et de la grêle qui ont provoqué des chutes d'arbre et des inondations principalement dans la région de Genève mais aussi dans l'Oberland bernois. Il y a eu Iga Swiatek, la tornade polonaise qui a emporté Roland-Garros et face à laquelle Jasmine Paolini n'a rien pu faire, suivie de l'ouragan espagnol Carlos Alcaraz qui a soufflé le titre l'Allemand Alexander Zverev (sans oublier le torrent de larmes du mythique commentateur français de tennis Nelson Monfort dont c'était le dernier tournoi). Et puis, il y a eu, également, ce déluge de bulletins dans les urnes et cette déferlante hyperpop avec les nouveaux albums de Charlie XCX et Peggy Gou, le premier s'appelle “BRAT” et il illustrera musicalement l'épisode de demain, l'autre s'intitule “I Hear You” et il contient un monstre hit qui enlumine l'épisode de ce matin.

Read along to practice your English and to learn the English expressions I HEAR YOU and I GOT YOUIn this English lesson, I wanted to help you learn the English phrase I hear you. Now, this can simply mean that you can hear someone. But we also use this when we agree with what someone said and we want to let them know that we think the same way as them. So someone might say to you, hey, the boss was really mean to me the other day. You could say, I hear you, man. Yeah, he wasn't in a very good mood, was he? Or someone might say, wow, the weather around here is just not very nice. And you say, I hear you. Basically what you're saying is, I agree with what you're saying, and I think the same way I hear you. I understand you.WANT FREE ENGLISH LESSONS? GO TO YOUTUBE AND SEARCH, "BOB THE CANADIAN"If you enjoy these lessons please consider supporting me at: http://www.patreon.com/bobthecanadianThe second phrase I wanted to teach you today is the phrase I got you. And this is used in kind of an informal way to mean that you are helping someone. Let me give some examples. If I was walking along and I started to fall down, Jen might grab me and say, hey, I got you. Sometimes I hear students say this. One student might say to another, I got you, bro. Like, hey, I don't have a pen today. Someone might say, hey, I got you. And then they lend them a pen. So it kind of means that you're helping someone, you're supporting them in some way. And it's a little bit informal. It's kind of slang, at least the way I've been using it.So to review, I hear you simply means that you understand what someone is saying and you agree with them. You could say, Bob, these lessons are getting a little bit boring. And I could say, I hear you. I'll try to make them a little more exciting. And the phrase I got you simply means that you are able to help someone. I don't know if I'm explaining this really well. Let me think of another example. If Jen was to say to me, oh, both vans are almost out of gas, I could say, hey, I got you. I'll run to town and fill each van up with gas today.Anyways, let's look at a comment from a previous video. It's a little distracting out here today because it's a little bit windy. I don't know why that distracts me. I think it's the little sounds that I hear. This comment is from Konstantin. Hello, teacher. I was once a public, shy person, but at this stage, due to my occupation, I have to cope with it. Yeah, the school is finished in five weeks. Hooray. I'm so glad to see you in such a good mood. And my response, I hear you. If you pick a job like teaching, you just have to get used to being up in front of people from time to time.Nice use of the phrase at this stage there. And to cope with, by the way. So thanks, Konstantin, for that comment. That was a good one, by the way. Yeah. Sometimes you choose a certain job, and if you pick that job, you just have to be good at being in front of people, or at least used to it. If you become a politician, if you become a teacher, if you become someone who needs to be upfront, that's what you need to do.Hey, I'm out here in kind of the uglier part of the farm today. I wanted to show you the big pile of mushroom compost. So we use a lot of mushroom compost on the farm. This is what's left over. Oh, by the way, this is the area where all of the manure from the cows used to go when I, when my parents had cows. So if you're wondering what this big concrete area is. But anyways, yes, mushroom compost.So when they grow mushrooms indoors here, they use a mixture of horse manure and a few other things to make, I think they call it a substrate. There's a new word for you. And they grow the mushrooms inside. And then when the mushrooms... when they've harvested the mushrSupport the Show.

La music story du jour c'est celle de Peggy Gou…Si vous êtes intéressés par les carrières artistiques, un conseil : penchez-vous sur le cas de Peggy Gou. Depuis son énorme succès de l'an dernier avec « (It Goes Like) Nanana », l'artiste trace son sillon avec beaucoup de professionnalisme. Singles, collaborations et l'apothéose prévue avec un album à venir « I Hear You ». Un an à couvrir les plateformes, à rester dans la mémoire du public, et à délivrer des sons comme ce petit dernier « 1+1=11 »

Después de reinar el verano de 2023, Peggy Gou anuncia al fin su primer disco. La DJ y productora anuncia 'I Hear You', su primer disco y uno de los debut más esperados de los últimos años. Sale completo el 7 de junio y será una reivindicación de su voz en un escenario electrónico que bebe del house de herencia noventera. Lo ha presentado con un himno a la unidad que es '1+1=11'. Playlist: IDLES - POP POP POP Kim Gordon - BYE BYE Ralphie Choo, Paris Texas - WHIPCREAMBien et Toi, Paris Texas - So Long L'Impératrice - Danza Marilù (feat. Fabiana Martone)Cosmic Wacho - Una De Vaqueros Reyna Tropical - Lo Siento DJ Raff - SolsticioGAZZI, NIDIA - El Pedio Baiuca - PAEQBCharli XCX - Club classics Shygirl - Making The BeastEmpress Of - Lorelei DORA, Maria Arnal - ...Camino a Roma St. Vincent - Flea Yard Act - A Vineyard for the NorthEscuchar audio

Feeling overwhelmed managing your home and family?Would you like a system to help, but have NO TIME for systems?I HEAR YOU!Create a calmer, more organized life with a simple, personalized system.Creating simple daily routines to manage tasks without decision fatigue, prioritizing self-care and finding joy in the journey of motherhood IS POSSIBLE.This episode offers a simple idea and a sprinkle of encouragement to help you turn your home into a haven and reclaim your sanity.XOXO,KatieP.S. Don't journey alone

What happens when two women find themselves in the midst of horrendous crimes? Join us as Tara and Michelle speak to two avid thriller writers– Devashish Sardana and Nidhi Upadhyay. In this episode, Devashish discusses his book “The Girl with Broken Dreams”, a story of a feisty CBI investigator who finds herself in a quest for the truth behind a string of suicides, while battling her own demons. And Nidhi Upadhyay talks about her book “I Hear You”, a story of a woman trapped in an abusive marriage, and how she starts talking to the baby in her womb- only to find him responding! In this exclusive series in partnership with Penguin Random House India, we will shine a spotlight on two compelling contemporary voices each month, individuals who are reshaping the landscape of Indian literature. Tune in to hear how they started their thriller-writing journey, how they kept finding their way back despite having day jobs, and the concerning contents of a thriller writer's search history! Books and authors mentioned in this episode:The Silence of the Lambs - Thomas HarrisAnd Then There Were None - Agatha ChristieGone Girl - Gillian FlynnGodaan - Munshi PremchandWhere the Crawdads Sing - Delia OwensMovies and TV shows mentioned in this episode:Misery - Stephen King (Director- Rob Reiner)Mahabharata - B.R. Chopra‘Books and Beyond with Bound' is the podcast where Tara Khandelwal and Michelle D'costa uncover how their books reflect the realities of our lives and society today. Find out what drives India's finest authors: from personal experiences to jugaad research methods, insecurities to publishing journeys. Created by Bound, a storytelling company that helps you grow through stories. Follow us @boundindia on all social media platforms.

This week we are talking about how Millennial Moms are OVER BEING PERFECT! Girl, I HEAR YOU! I am over most things these days. Then we are recapping all the awesome things we have watched this summer. You know how we love to share the entertainment we have binged so that you can binge too! As always have your #TITSANDSHITS your #SWAGBAG so stay tuned! Don't forget to LEAVE US A REVIEW! For more info:  Millennial Moms This week's #SwagBag picks: Ashley: Portrai.Me Code: MOMTOURAGE Keri: Wildflower by Drew Barrymore Send us your child or partners YELP REVIEW at: hello@momtouragepodcast.com ASK US ANYTHING! HAPPY TO GIVE ADVICE. Email us at hello@momtouragepodcast.com For more Momtourage:  iTunes: https://tinyurl.com/y6xrpx8e Spotify: https://tinyurl.com/y5f6ahn4 Instagram: www.instagram.com/momtouragepodcast  Facebook: www.facebook.com/MomtouragePodcast  YouTube: https://tinyurl.com/y4re9sca Website: www.MomtouragePodcast.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Motherhood is no easy feat. In fact, it's probably the furthest thing from easy. As moms, sometimes we just need someone to validate the way that we're feeling. We don't expect them to fix the problem, and sometimes there's not even a clear solution anyways. But what we do need is for someone to be there for us simply by saying, "It IS hard, mama." As humans, when we share our problems, struggles, or anxieties with the people we love, we are often looking for nothing more than validation. And we can provide this in return as well. One of my favorite books is "I Hear You" by Michael Sorensen and it teaches you that you can validate someone even without agreeing with them. It is truly a superpower when it comes to strengthening connections with other humans and building relationships. And it is a necessary piece of motherhood. Another message that comes to mind is one I heard from Ed Mylett - that sometimes people just need us to sit in their pain with them. We aren't responsible for making the pain go away, and often doing so is unintentionally selfish on our part. But instead, we just need to sit there with them, or have someone sit with us. Of course, we constantly want to evaluate our personal relationships and make sure there is a balance of give and take. Receiving validation in motherhood is crucial. If you don't have a community of women to validate your experience or sit in the "hard" with you, please find that here with Moms Working Overtime. You're incredible. You're doing amazing. And don't give up, okay? Support the showLet's connect on social media! Send me your thoughts to https://www.instagram.com/alanna.hellman/. I'd love to get to know you better! Join the MWO Community: https://www.facebook.com/groups/momsworkingovertimeYou can always find more information at www.momsworkingovertime.com.Thank you so much for listening! Love what you hear? Please share the podcast and leave a review! It means the world to me and helps me reach more moms so I can remind them how amazing they're doing.

Hey Teacher Mama! Is it time for you to go back to school, but you're not really ready? I HEAR YOU and you're gonna wanna stick around! We're going to go over  all the secrets I use to psych myself up mentally to go back including some journaling prompts, ways to change your mindset and SOOO many tips for time management and stress during that first week of inservice. You are not going to want to miss this episode so make sure you take notes and lean into my suggestions like I have over the years. Already back to school? First off- I'm sorry

Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so— Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth One day Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me, too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. Cross my heartHope to dieWish I never seen your eyesI'm emptyDidn't see a thingI just heard a ringing in my earsI heard you thought I wanted diamond ringsNahI'm just singing these songs you wrote to myselfI just put your name in the book on my shelf, titled“Things I'll get to later.”And I will,I have Will powerAnd you have Will I Am's number on standby LOL (Skrill-I-Am--who said that???)And I'll probably fly standby next time I fly...Because...yes, I was looking right at you—Write about it? I have to;I'm half blue—and the music in my queue is half you,So what am I supposed to do—?Just not?What am I supposed to say? I said“Stop. Get out of my head.”Perhaps if I had a bed, I'd let you in itCause you've been in my head, already—there's no closer than thatAnd I can't hide from the shadows you cast on the inside of my eyelids anymore than I can the darkness of my skin, or the coldness of my spirit;My heart is just as warm as ever, though—and you can hear it...Sunken, syncing to the rhythms of any beat loud enough to rock it out of the lucid dream I fell intoWeeks ago,Weeks before I saw your eyes,weeks before I heard the lies that I could be,Would beWas chosen—But I won't be, that's not my place in this world; my place is to see you and wonder, and watch, and wait—And listen to the words nobody else can hear,When your music speaks.Maybe “I see you” was accurate—Maybe “I hear you “is all that's leftMaybe “I feel you” about sums it up. But “I love you.” Is what I would say, And you? Never.Because we don't know each other,We're just in the same places a lot;And most of those places are just,Extended parking lots where old would gather in the twisted moonlight...And the moonlight...That was the other thing I saw.Until next time. Got me stress eatingIn-n-out of meetings all dayIn-n-out sounds okay“No, you're out.”Sounds okayOkay—Are you ok?Not like Annie—I mean, you can be—But that's not really my thing;Quick fling for some bling without a diamond ringI don't fuck with thatAnd you can ask my ex, is we fuckin?Nah, I'm over thatPut me on the guillotine—Read between the linesI was fuckin doing everythingFuckin doing fineI was on my grind—Didn't have the time for noExplaining why the fuck I go and listen to sublimeI hate the lime-lightPay attention to me harder andI just mightLose it been Losin it since before it was a hit, and I admit—I miss the shit I came up on,I admit:I miss the days where I had fun andP.S.- yes I'm the best at passing a testDon't need to study the materialIs really all here—just pay attentionAttention deficit disorder;My auntie a hoarder but I'm borderline everything:You feelin me? Scary Monsters, and… In silent desperation Waiting for a cause To the effect of your reflection Pretty is, is pretty does Nothing breaks like a heart, and This is the heartland Careful where you tread Every corner has a landmine Surpassing hunger's grip There are monsters in your midsts Awakened demons in the Light and darkness calmly came upon us Resting is the wicked But my blindness is in hoping Certainty was lovely But I had to move away Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My wishlist is full of Equipment I need, To complete me: I need me to make me a star, but only so I can afford to go far And be single; Go tell Kris Kringle He missed me-- I don't have a chimney; but I have a fire Inside My Heart. (Well, I guess it's a start--) Nevermind, Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My tree is at Mildred E. Mathias Gardens, so Pardon my lack of decor, It's horrible, send me an angel For the top of my tree cause thee last Starr I had broke The spirit of Christmas-- (And half of my face, so) Half of me is so displaced, And, the other half's floating in space Somewhere, and... I miss my son Bearr, but I can't be there-- It's unfair how Awareness is blinding me barren I'd fly through Mcarren today if I could, I would. I would. I would. ...just to say Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. I saw myself skateboarding Through all the hallways, here Wearing a Santa Suit Handing out Kandi's And blasting my favorite DJs; The music of Music producers who made me… It's crazy, but lately I'm fasting & praying-- Pretending i'd be there with Bells on in Texas-- I miss my Lexus, but I'll drive this Pontiac, back to my boy; That's my Ode De Joy, Merry Christmas. (I'm Sorry that I had to miss this, dismiss this intention I set, miss my favorite set-- (1, 2, 3 times, a charm) I'll just tattoo my arm Lost the bet, but I can't lose this job; I was robbed of my Christmas, cause Corporate owns me-- I'm ever so lonely O Holy Night, I mean Oh, Holy shit: You're right-- I forgot To name all the Monsters and Sprites Despite all my tries, No surprise-- It's the light in my eyes Dying on this Christmas Night Turn Off The Lights I'll Miss Lights All Night Merry Christmas. Unfortunately, my Time isn't mine these double-pay days aren't worth all i'm losing but I'm losing my, losing my Mind And my youth to the fact That if I don't come back I'll fade Back To Black At the end of the act and I won't have a job, so I don't know, I guess this is my Merry Christmas. Chopstixx And this is me Eating with chopsticks, with two hands So hungry So empty Waiting for someone to love me. Screens ...and I can't see the world you live in Silver screens and digital, digital scenes So serene, the sea I swim in; See the natural world. With Light & Love There is light, shine it You are love, define it 333 The world is waking up (The world is waking up) But I was just asleep (I was asleep/I was asleep) If the world was just a dream (If life is but a dream) Then this is reality. Death Wish I live in this place, that I hate Blank slate, and slated; contemplated suicide, once or twice but not now not now— I just have a death wish. All my past selves are colliding; I've been inviting the chaos, and wondering why, why, why I must live inside of a digital box Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder who myself is— Maybe it's selfish, but I have a death wish I live in this space, I've created I cannot hate it, it's comfortable, peaceful, relaxed and though i've been abandoned by man, I just dance, I don't wanna hold hands right now, right now Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder How could I How could I How could I Be myself. Spider Bites Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites It's right outside my window paneAnd the pain I have insideCombination of guilt and prideI can't hide in this placeI almost died in this place Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Songs in my head that I can't writeWrongs I can't rightMy clothes are too tight,I just mightI just mightDie in this place Face it, look at this faceDisfigured and fakeDarkened and sunbakedDisgraceful, I hate itAnd maybe I waited too longThought I was just being strong Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Sleeping In Spider Bites 1:15 AM Little lonely planetSpinning on my axisI don't need my glassesTo feelLittle lonely ladyMisses little babyAttracted to you latelyToo realI'm sorry, it's been cloudyThis can't be about meIn a crowd you can't seeMy faceStanding in a cornerFighting for my honorNo this isn't reallyMy placeI'm a space cadetSucked in a vacuumAnd I'm losing itThought I could find youThe stars look so marvelousI never thought it could beI guess it wasn't meantFor me Nobody's Type Everybody got preferences, Don't need to be checking my references You say that I'm hella exotic I say that your energy's toxic Bad mind be robotic I'm not sick—I'm not shit It's obvious: you're oblivious And she's envious of my (shhhh) Why? Trust Fall Trust the process, don't let go. Synesthesia Sensory overload I saw the sun explode I know I've been exposed To those (x3) echoes Runner Twin (True Flame) Shh. Don't speak, Just feel—it's real. I love you. Yellow. I sense that it's mellow... And running away—it's ok— I'm insane & slightly deranged... But I love you; If that's not true, I don't know what is—cause I know what love is. Please forgive me for my sins— My subconscious wins me over, And over and over, overthinking unclearly too wearily depresses my synthesis...this unlimited energy is consumed in rage and hatred, self pity and witty phenomena nobody can seem to explain—what's wrong with my brain, to be this way? What's wrong with my eyes, to see this way? I see the world changing a different way—less humanity, more insanity—like me, but more of a calamity; a catastrophe, actually. But, I love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love. 48 Days Later Desperate? That's how it gets It's been about 48 days of this shit I'm crazed for this shit Been dazed. Extra? You betcha. I'm not trying to hear it Not trying to go near it I stay clear of it SHUT THE FUCK UP. I need peace And then you woke me up My life was in pieces And you're having fun? Dissecting me at intersections Sending me in opposite directions Wasting my energy Wasting the synergy that could be If you would be Listening to me as much as I HEAR YOU. Stay clear of me, I don't want you near me Do you hear me? I need to be satisfied Not made to cry Or made to think I should shut up and die (By the way, I hate black guys.) So fire away. Hands Sign language The new divine language This anguish is vacant; Apologies, this isn't me. I'm squinting, trying to see The light? It's bright. “Silence so I see...” I smile pleasantly At me I Live Here I live here 15 more days I'm not paying your way Cute trick, but okay This is lame ... I live here; I heard all your lies, By passing the time— I'm just a passerby But I try...not to cry. It's a synthesis... I meant this shit. 3 Times Is A Charm I hate goodbyes Cause you never said it I hate replies Cause you never sent it I hate good highs, I'll admit it; Cause I know what's below 3 times, and you know— Something bad's coming. I'm Dun Been abandoned about 100 times Not gonna take it at another person's pace I'm not running in someone else's race This is my place This is my new place Haste makes waste; Now I'm done for. Cryy Just another ghost I ain't gonna cry about it I'm not gonna boast I'm not gonna cry about it (Pshhh. Burnt toast) I ain't gonna lie about it Almost Not even gonna try about it So close I ain't gonna cry about it I ain't gonna cry about it Patience. Alaska 8, LA -3 Not smart enough? That's tough. Not brave enough? That's ruff Got fat on ya? That's fluff— Enough stuff—have a puff. Must Be ADD Must be hard to be Jon Must be hard to have 9 TVs on Must be hard to be hard Must be hard to fuck blondes Must be hard to go on-and-on... Must be. On Me Wear my heart on my sleeve; If you died I would grieve you I didn't believe you There were two blue planets Dammit— Thought I had you at “Are you okay?” But it's just me. So, sorry… it must be hard Being on guard all the time Don't know what your life is like Won't try to guess I'm just obsessed because you're blessed if this a test I know I failed. And if I was you— I prolly woulda bailed On me. So-So Sorry sorry, I worry-worry No one will love me Like I love the world. And I do know you— But I do owe you an apology... Technology...is too much for me Wiki is the key, and I won't look 3 times. You know who you are; You set the bar too high. Now it's too late Another obsession— I'm just a mental case. Sorry honey. You looked at me funny... And I fell apart. That was the start Of another broken heart Priest Not suicidal Fuck an idol Music is like my bible I'm liable to read it to you, Judas. Alaska's On Fire Smoke & Rain Purple mountains Burning fire Red sun Lights & lazers Celebration Never ending Have fun Goodbye, I Love You Twisted state of consciousness This world is in Chaos I lost you at “hello.” Hey Mr. Mojo Risin There's smoke on the horizon For miles...tired eyes don't lie; Look at the sky— Wondering ‘why' I Do This is what love is at a distance Had you and then gone in an instant Now you're just one of my wishes upon a flower Danced into the midnight hour Wondered why I turn a shade of blue Brighter than the planet that I knew I love you— From a distance. I'm sorry that I missed this chance. Just let me have final dance. I know the moments passed, true... Want to think I know you like I do. “I Fell ” Throwing elbows Who the hell knows How many times I've been hit How many times I've been choked Exploded and exposed to the officers, the Lucifer I married first And what's worse is I kept my mouth shut, even after he split it open— I was hopin he'd at least open his heart Instead he departed the apartment Started Making threats about all his regrets, Left a mess and tested me with suicidal tendencies— Almost beat me dead and instead of feeling anything I said? He ran off. Left me with scars on my head— Blood on the walls, and the bed Red Lips Always Lie; You know why? I had two babies cryin' And he's flyin down the highway Tryin to meet with a “friend” Only told two people then, Lied to the rest of the world: Was Peggy's best girl Till he literally rocked my world. I said “oh, I hurt my face doing push ups” but I couldn't look up for a week, couldn't talk through my teeth, couldn't eat couldn't sleep— Lost my power, got weak And I think to myself “Why did I ever go back?” Lacked the confidence to leave— But now my heart's on my sleeve, And my sleeves are uneven, Cause I'm still grievin Might have still had two sons If I had just packed up And run away. Instead, I'm alone today. You predator, I'm the prey... But I still pray for you. Hunger Within ‘What are you hungry for?' Always wanting more One's not enough— But two is too many. Is anything worth remembering? Rainbows round the sun; Halos round the moon “I didn't see anything... I didn't hear shit.” Maybe you were too lit— Maybe it was legit magic I thought it was fantastic, either way I only wanted you to play With me Stay With me Dance With me—mama Mia— I see everything History Mystery... Destroying “me” The longest ego death that ever was, “Never was.” “...fuck it.” I wish To dismiss Your sweet kiss on my lips Fuck it. Fuck it. When life gives you golf balls, you learn to drive— And you learn to thrive taking care of people too fucked up to take care of themselves. Top shelf liquor, top shelf buds Everyone uses something Everybody uses somebody Being Aliocha What does that mean? I'm hearing things, it seems Electricity, energy My family and friends taunting me Codeswitch How do You go, from ‘me—to you Did what you had to do Did what you wanted to: You're you. Seems like codeswitching Is bitching at people While listening to people Complain Seems like somebody is trying to get me a label of being insane Seems like somebody is making me crazy on purpose to play with my brain Seems like I'm just watching shadows and ghosts listening, whispering my name Motion, Words & Wisdom Part paranoia— And part defense system Am I just sick? Or am I a victim. You're speaking when you're speaking You stop thinking when I'm thinking Meanwhile I keep repeating— Motions, words—wisdom. Deja Friendly faces Looking in my eyes— Telling me something; yet saying another. “What?”, I ask. He answers “I'm here” I'm hearing his voice... On his presence I ponder. I wonder how much is true: ‘Who made who?' It's Deja Vu—I cant help it. Obsession is insanity, I felt it—I still do It's still you—I love you It's fucked up, I miss you; Goodbye then...I'll say it no issue. 16 Clubhouse Avenue I'm in the chamber of love The chamber of love Looked up and and I saw you I feel you just above ground And I'm calling you down, down You're the one I'm thinking of Seagulls and doves Hand in the sand and i draw you If I step into the sea I would probably drown, drown Swaying in the sound of deafness Can't you see that I'm so reckless Keep me waiting leave me breathless And I'm dancing to the sound of my heartbeat The sound of your heartbeat Melting away in the body heat Keeping the Rhythm with my feet (With harmony) Dancing to the sound of our heartbeat Living on love street Babe I can't wait till we next meet Keeping the rhythm with my feet Turned the page, I thought the show was done I was only trying to have some fun Lo$t This is not the place for you Turn away There is something better You are so alone in this world We are not your friends here Look at how you've grown This is now, and the times have changed you You will not be safe. . . Go collect your thoughts You're a ghost Look at what you wasted Dancing by yourself The world has eaten all your trust The embodiment of emptiness And empathy, at best Finally flew the coop And then retreated to your nest Go get some rest, bird Be seen and not heard This world is absurd Take away the night Take away the light Baby, I saw you take flight Feeling like something's not right... Fighting with all of your might Turn up the lights Feeling like somethings not right You're not out of mind, but I beg you to get out of sight You're blind tonight You're too precious for this restlessness No freedom on the guest list, this Is one of life's great lessons: Go home early, count your blessings Exxchange I swing like a Pendulum, pendulum, pendulum My mind is on the run Swing like a pendulum, pendulum, pendulum I'm in a party of one Be And if you love something, Let it go And if you lose someone Let them free That's all you'll ever be (is love) That's all you'll be You'll be Bass Canyon 2k19 Refrain? You're insane We had this conversation on the plane Ignoring all the pain inside You watched me walk away I'm afraid you got paid And in the end that it was made To make me kill myself again This is the world that I live in This is my universe (You said it was ours) This is my universe (I watched you for hours) This is my universe (I sent you pretty flowers) No you didn't Watched you spin it I was crying every minute Saw your heart and I was in it Played your part because you been it Can't connect you to [bleeped] J** S***** But I really can't admit it You're a secret You're a savior You're my planet You're my flavor Honey, do yourself a favor And just tell me what you savor You're a genius You're a vibe I'm just glad that you're alive If you won't let me join your tribe? I guess I'll have to build my hive Queen Bee LSD Made me who I'm ‘sposed to be Haven't even dosed you see: I don't need no ecstasy I haven't been smoking weed But sometimes that's the thing I need You planted all of satans seed The world I see is full of greed Changed my body Cause you put your Hands between my thighs And you were sposed to be my guy I think about you all the time And you know why Secret passwords and some rules I can apply When I walked by the place It's no mistake I peeked in through your eye The West Wing Take someone suicidal, Put them in a box Take away the freedom Take away the sun Laugh because they're hurting Learn to roll your eyes Keep them even longer When they call out all your lies Joyful, joyful I cannot trust No one's loyal Attitude adjustment I was spoiled rotten with Candy and soda But that causes everything, everything to start over Pick your poison Prescription or addiction Look to the horizon Never see the sun Venice Venture I loved you the moment I saw you; With wonder I finally saw you— Where is your soul? I wanted to hold you, I wanted to keep you whole Jumped into a hole and thought of you Jumped into a hole, and— I saw there were two I wanted to fill it... But wanted to feel you, too. Pod Of magic and memories Wonder and light Have you picked all your pennies Washed all your stones Counted your blessings Rested your bones? God rest your soul Praise The Skyy I missed work, But I found the rainbow I found myself But I dropped my halo I don't know about tomorrow But my futures so bright, I— Might just be the light, I— Might just see the sun-light Through the cloudy days Amazing, Praise the sky Origins When we were the ocean (echo) Before Father Time Remembrance of the divine It just was Nothing and everything Happened at once Just because It was all just an accident The happiest accident The world We were We are We are still here I am You are. We are still here. You Are What You Wiah Be careful what you wish for All of them come true Be careful what you wish for Nothing is ever untrue If it's there In your heart—in your soul In the place that dreams are made In the place that you were born from Your spirit speaks, So listen: Do not let go of what you know You have always known it Wishes Wishes Wishes are your truth Be careful what you wish for Your wishes become you. AlllStaR We're not finished yet, Chuck Taylor The journey hadn't ended— You've been on this expedition— And we've walked for miles and miles We have danced below the sunlight Even glided with the moon, right in the Heart and in the eye Of something-city. It never really mattered, being pretty Till it hit me: I could prob'ly buy the world, if I were free. Back to Abbot Kinney There is something we forgot The plot thickens like my waistline— All the sugar they refine, a goldmine Rotting minds and taking time away— Life away—if sad you eat, then sad you'll stay; Don't say it, today is just you cheating on yourself Your shelf life's not as long as your lifeline— Each palm a psalm, To each his own To teach, to own It's a lonely, road But if only, only... (From Holes) ‘If only, if only the woodpecker sigh... The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies... As [the] wolf waits below, both hungry and lonely—he cries to the moon ‘if only, if only' All is Well We don't need another song about... Because they're all about... And all my songs are about... Left it open, But it slammed behind me And I loved the sound Because it was meant to be Left it cracked, Like the egg that I am And I am in my own shell All is well All is well Butterflyy I am beside myself I am inside myself Abiding by rules I might have made Siiickness Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? ... R3AL What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? SUPA And You can't wear your heart on your sleeve With an S on your Chest But you have to believe You can do it Western Lights Diffractions in traffic Aurora Borealis Love The World Hate my job Hate my face Hate my life Hate this place Love the world Hate my life Hate my hair Hate my thighs Love is there Love the world Believe in Everything, have something To wake up for Believe in Everything, it's only Time to go When you say so, so Love the world Heart—Sleeve Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you More and more Don't Go Like the sunlight reflects off the snow I just hope that you know That I love you Don't go I love you— Don't go I love you— You know And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Wannabee i wanna be alone i wanna be alone i wanna be alone Don't wanna be lonely Need someone to hold me I only need one But since there's no one... Stare into the sun I just wannabe— Wanna be Wanna be Wanna be (Wanna be?) Done One Just one me Just one world Just one tree; Just one girl M&C Misery loves company Misery loves company Misery loves company And misery is company— You're losin' me. Planets And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Noontime Take me to the Grammys I wanna meet the family I'm tryna keep it classy But the world is pretty trashy My license is a class C I'm average as I can be I want the presidency, so Somebody educate me Back To, Unh I'm late for my train Plain Jane, plain insane Look up, I see a plane I eat weight and then I gain it Clarissa, I can't explain it I wax it and then I wane it Phone Home like I'm Little Wayne, bitch I say ‘bitch' but then I hate it I hate bread but then I ate it I love cheese and so I grate it I love food and so I plate it Love DRuGs I love getting faded But lately the world is jaded So (Sung, nah-nah) I stay sober—found a four leaf clover Frozen in October Alaska getting colder When they say it's over, I linger, Get closer I need more exposure Cause I am getting older This instagram is closure No selfies and no posers Close your—mouth please Lose your spouse please Because he took your house keys (Choking sounds, gasping for air) I need fucking therapy— A doctor who won't lock me up A friend who won't block me out for keeping up with my fitness Do you get this? No. You don't know. Nobody really understands my self destruction plan But I don't really ‘need' a man, Because I wrote “I am” And, “And.” And—this is my Land ‘This is our world This is our sand' (box) Thinking about getting dread Locks I don't need headphones I need Aux— ‘I want to hold your hand' Awwwwsss— Walks on the beach I am a beached whale I am a teacher I'm gonna set sail Build me a church and steeple and steal from the people So tax free so evil Evil knieval midevil Shirts I was trippin on shirts Avoiding them flirts, the worst Laying me down in a hearse I never rehearse Live my whole life in reverse— I'm Benjamin button It hurts-hurts The world is George Lucas's first, Work From something to nothin, It works, church From First and to Last Every verse, verse Somebody come help break this Curse curse Demons in my universe—verse Remember you asked who came first—first (Two times?) ...it was the egg. Go break a leg. I don't have to beg I'm going to Vegas. Bitch I'm gonna be famous Bitch I'm already A-List Bitch I'm friends with the greatest Sun and the Moon and the stars were my latest design ‘Bitch you look fine' I promise, I'm not Promises, promises Thought I forgot ©racked Hacked Maybe because I'm black Maybe because they thought I'd attack Maybe cause I'm stacked with knowledge—I acknowledge I wanna go back to college to polish it I don't know what to call this shit; Trying to be an activist but I legit don't have the time or a spare fucking dime Bus lines wasting my time Wrote the bus song on my own vibe I don't write songs all of the time, But when I do, I use blue and my ‘Do' frame of miiind. Gotta find the right sound pack Gotta get a new backpack Gotta be myself, that's whack I can't go back I can't take that Can't fake facts: I've been hacked For no reason, that's stupid I left right on time Apple reads minds now, Google makes plans now I hope google plans how to explain how they made me insane picking at my brain— Need my phone to get by, Need my GPS or I digress, I'll leave my fucking phone at home— Cause I can find north, of course—- West is the beach and this beached whale sprouted legs and they can Walk for miles and miles It might be awhile to apply my airline miles, But I got different styles or writing I'm sick of fighting with myself— Pull the trigger already “No, you've already written too much about such and such, so—that would expose those who only hope you turn up your nose and, put a gun down your throat” Oh. Started working on my suicide note, And I wrote about how, now, I can't even go around without the sound of the 3 people dragging me down in my stupid Little Head. Nam Dama Mi That's an inner thought: Keep it to yourself Put it on the shelf, You're a mad man Do you remember me? I am the stars you see And the answer that you seek, Is the blinding light. Fight the tide, You're hiding— Wasting the days Resting Rest In Peace to the Rest of them, Following everyone's footsteps They're practically sheep, but You keep keeping up with them Friends? If only, if only. Depends on If you're feeling lonely, I guess. Do you remember yourself? She was healthy Do you remember her death? Falling victim to captive Both weakened and wealthy Was he, who Could see you Practically couldn't believe you Who was that? Inherited panic attacks from your past— Life goes on. Dos Mi like Viven LA or en Vegas? Dos You a writer or you tryna do this music? Dos Feel like eating pizza, chocolate, tacos mames? Dos Is dat hoe in buena o es muchas mala? Dos Laundromat Undercover 88 Crown Vic Victory is mine History is mine Hollywood bungalow Yucca & Vine Fine line between champagne & wine White lie When I say “I'm fine” Fine dining, I have no spine Calling the bank cause my card was Declined Ladder I climb I'm falling behind The children born after me Never you mind It's such a catastrophe Body & Mind Listen to Skrillex to help me unwind I need my glasses, Please help me find them I cannot see you— I'm Daphne I'm blind *gasp* “Are you okay?!” No—not today I fast and I pray that you won't go away I fast and I pray cause I need you to stay Good-hey, good, I need you to play My favorite songs when I go to the rave My favorite favorite favorite place One day they'll probably send me to space Because I belong to an alien race Cree-Cree phone home... I hate my phone I hate the phony Instagram hoes I hate my body Wanna go home Death is a freedom When we all fall asleep, Where do we roam? Noam Chomsky Write me a poem Cute pomsky— Wish I could show em. Dog show in dogtown You know what's up The tide is down I said surf's up If up is down Enough's enough I'll prob'ly drown Out Sounds How Now Brown Cow Tell Father Time That time is now There is no past There is no “how” There is no “try” There's only “do” There is no “I” There is no “you” The universe is 2+2 It all adds up It's all in view You know what's up And I do too For you are I, and I am you Absolutely: whooo are you? I am, he is, You are, he is, You are I am We are I am They are I am Me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Sunny, sunny days Happy birthdays 60 earth days, or so I've been crazy, so... Here it goes. I chose you, And I don't suppose you know Cause I don't know you— Don't owe you an apology, But apologies, please accept these Tokens of appreciation For all the elation, and sensations I'm so sorry. The complexity of energy astounds me— Came around on day 2 of EDC just to see you, And I missed it. Lost it cause I lost track of time trying to find the reason why a certain guy wouldn't leave my side— And that's fine; he has a nice vibe But I've a one-track mind for your type of guy I'm kind of blind, but I can read between the lines— Every other song was a sign That you could be my guide; Already supplied me with doses of medication; alien communication I thought—not really, you're just really good at being smart So... Thank you I'm sorry I love you I miss you I was misused and abused, which confused me...like I said, sincerely— I'm sorry, Sonny. Sorry, sorry. You might find it funny, but nobody loves me the way I love music. I'm too sick to cope, And I hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. Cause now I just can't get it off my mind—didn't mind whoever's hands between my thighs— The vibe attracted me. Disastrously drunk, perhaps, But I collapsed at the showers— Waited in line bout an hour hearing “Skrillex-skrillex-skrillex” Nose to the ground, constantly looking around, thinking: “Well they couldn't be talking about me...” Because you wouldn't be thinking about me— I've had dogs barking at me for weeks, i think, so— Please excuse me when I say I'm crazy for you. Don't have a clue about your personal life— But a guy with a wife is off limits. I don't have a clue, true. You could be anything. Wikipedia would know, but I won't go there— And I wouldn't go over the rail for the purple water bottle— Went full-throttle on no-energy... What can I say? Sorry again. Sorry my life depends on your music—I can't mend your heart or recommend a friend—just another loose-end to this never ending story. I don't know who you are, And you might know who I am— Thought I saw you dancing as I laid down—thought I was making your face out... Thought I could be your predecessor, but really I'm just a word processor and don't possess any talent—granted, I've taken for granted and taken advantage of too much time Undressed you with my eyes the first time I saw you spinnin—I'm just living life in my own skin, and I've never been “the chosen one” Which is why I run away so fast... When things are too good to be true, I remember all my shades of blue I thought maybe you knew about the two planets. I thought maybe that this was your blanket. I thought maybe that sweater was a letterman's jacket To whatever team you're on— But that super hot blonde with the best outfit on... Seemed your type. When I'm right, I'm right. And when I'm wrong, I'm wrong. And it's always Sunny in Philadelphia... But it's always Sonny on iTunes And always Skrillex on Spotify Mr. Mojo didn't die, He lives inside our hearts. You started it. I wanted it too badly. Ray bands and your hands under my covers... We could be lovers In a perfect world. Thank you for the music. I'm listening. Anna The prettiest girl in the world came to me and she said “I wanna look like you.” And I could not believe her, Let my energy deceive her Cause I, cause I Wanted to look like her more. She said “ohh, I want hair like that” And I watched her stare, like that Thing on my head was a Bright shooting star; haily's comet I'd not let myself believe it Cause I wanted to look like her, more. Anna, you perfect thing Anna, the prettiest girl that I've ever seen Anna, please don't— Close those pretty brown eyes, Your manna. Anna, you're what's the matter with me Can't you see? I wanna look just like you. Intense (Like Camping) Moon shaped eyes Shadowcast lies She silently cries As her memory dies Erase it away Just live for today Don't cry Just learn to lie better You know you're better off When you're off on your own There's nobody there, you're just dreaming It's not really cold, you're just sleeping— It never happened, you're dying inside, Keeping a secret, holding your pride back tonight second guessing your eyes— It's no surprise Slept until sunrise. Just Know Wherever you are in the world Whatever you do with your life Whoever you take as your wife Know that I love you I'm sending you wishes of love Protections from heavens above I am the owl and the dove So just know that I love you It's too much It's too soon Saw your face Met my doom I've been pacing in my room Know that I Know that I— — cannot hear your name again The world that I've been living in Is filled with taunting, torturous And ridiculing, I cant stand it, I— Stand it, I— Never had to clutch a pillow admire weeping willows; Just know. Tears will never ever tell your secrets I told you it was sacred, I would keep it; Just know. Can't reach out Drowning in sorrow and self doubt Would hate to Be left on The list of millions Hoping they can have you So I don't hope I'm holding onto rope Unwrap the heartstring Hope it's long enough To tie onto the chandelier You've seen me so much this year I'm hanging myself, hanging on Hanging on To you… So just know that I love you. In Hate [With Myself] Fat is ugly As I am As I am Black is ugly As I am As I am Would I believe in myself If I had beauty? Would I believe in myself If I was happy? Would I believe in myself Maybe, not likely I just want to die in peace At peace With peace Just as much as I have Love To give Forgive, me, Love For I am in Hate with myself Hate myself I'm in hate with myself Maybe too late for myself Maybe too late for myself Hate is ugly As I am As I am Fear is ugly As I am As I am Life is ugly As I am Thank You, You're Beautiful I Hate The ugly I see When I look in the mirror, But Thank you Because you Are beautiful. I Hate The sound Of My voice When I'm singing Over the radio But thank you Because you are Beautiful Something inside me Is fighting The blinding Light I so wish I was whole I'm the whole world I'm told to stay positive But I am positive Someone wants me Dead within the decade Mother Earth I am unpredictable Superstitious Unreliable Be my witness I'm not Rick I'm toxic I'm nauseous And conscious CAKE Any food is food, to a man who's holding hunger; Hunger's only boredom to the man who carries stress; Freedom is the wish of every man who works for wishes— Woman carries manhood in the pockets of her dress. Smog Check Back to blue skies Under clouds of waste That we can't see But we created All the world is somewhat jaded So get faded— wade in the wata; Pollution is notta problem When you got a lot of em When you got a lot of em Life is everlasting Blur (Lifeless En Motion) To be lifeless in motion; A cascading glimpse At the thought of emotion Miss me by inches No wish of devotion. Sifting so silently; Lifeless In motion. Judgement Day My body was a trial Crazy, Stupid, Hungry, Tired It hurts so bad You're on the road And I'm alone I just stuff my fat face with Anything that might Make me feel loved Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED Of living this lie So I wish I would die In my sleep But I keep on repeating This cycle It's sweeping my mind I find it hard to believe If I meet you again In your eyes and you'd smile I smile for your voice and Yes I'll always love you Shame on me Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm On my last lifetime Home Is Where The Art Is I have panic attacks on the bus every morning— Google maps throwing me off and often, losing my mind trying to find where I'm going; There's no place like roaming There's no place like home I have heart attacks leaving the conference room, coffee stand— Hand-in-Hand with the grand that's Bi-weekly directly deposited, hoping— There's no place for coping There's no place like home I wander by walls wearing eyes, making footsteps Unlikely I'm leading the blind, all behind me I'm finding the line is too fine to determine My side Side-by-side mirror images, Interesting concept: “Conception at birth” How abstract, subtracting Distractions, passing concessions & sundries covering all my expressions Of joy Enjoying Chos in color Home is where the art is. Bouts of insomnia, Battling bullet wounds; Inspiration's a gift of disaster— But soon, knives forks and spoons, A lamp for my room, and a broom, too; Home is where the art is. I'm in the cocoon, for now— Still learning how to be beautiful, Creating a canvas on my back, seeing— Everything, everyday. On my way On my way On my way to being Home. Fr33 Just the idea of being free Makes me in love with me Catch The Sun When we all fall asleep And the sun drifts away Some people stay up To Make up Theworld of next day There is no ‘tomorrow' So follow yourself Swallow it whole, The World: You are the whole Thing. Open your eyes-- All of them. Brownies & Lemonade I see lemonade everywhere But where are the brownies (Am I the brownie?) On my honor, I-- Will do. Nike shoes, maybe in a shade of blue I'm myself, because of U Saw through new eyes, today Something I never saw, at all And I fall in love With love With love-- With Love WIth U (Remember Me?) Whose Moon Is It, Anyway? All the bad vibes are alive on this moonlight night At least this is my last, last life BLU World I have been lost in a world of blue, wishing to share the world with you. Watch it turn from blue— to brown— to blue Drowned in the future Doubt there's a future Now is the future, they say They're watching you throw it away. HOWSLAW Superstitions coming true Tripped over a bag— I just wanted a flag or a backpack I went back for you [For] Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Justice Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Life Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Lost and Forgotten Spirits Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for You my love I am truth, I am light I am freedom in the night I am watching demons fight (In the night, they take flight) There's a spirit in my (Spirit in my) head and I can Hear it, In my bed the recollection of a voice I truly love Fasting and praying and fasting and praying and fasting and praying and…. Forgive me. Sunny Sunday I sent some love your way In my own world I can stay Hidden, Kept secret Give Victoria the secret, You may wonder if she'll keep it the devil gave her all the weapons to be cloaked in all the beauty of a body fit for lingerie angels never go away demons dance and play and wait for you to make mistakes Sheep adorned with lace perfect body, perfect face make Charisma avoid Karma and put Pleasure in her place. Find your place and keep it Lock away your secrets You may not believe it, but: The only world is you Sunny Sundays Crashing waves to the west And I wish you the best I just wish you the best A.D.D.E.R.A.L.L. And they won't give me Adderall Cause then I would rule the world Then I could rule the world ‘Who does this girl think she is, caring?' They won't give me things that would help me to mend the world Cause that would mean theirs is ending Fiends can't be friends and reflections, expectations of men in the eye of the beholding blind, leading wild, tides—moonlight fight with the demons he sent in the night, You're right: Stay in tonight. And they won't give her adderall because they know that she would fall in love with herself “Just kill yourself.” She came back to haunt herself— wanted off this planet, poisonous planet you poisoned humanity (poisoning, poisoning) Any Moore I don't wanna be me, anymore I just missed my chance to be free because ugly is wearing your face out Half of the time, I just space out Cadet Kelly, hellishly envious Losing respect, losing time— I need more. MaybEmpathy Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. FAT Eat-a bowl -a Granola Better than a coca-cola That's ebola no hola Get fatter than my areola Bird's (The) Word Wha-da-da-dup? I mean, “surf's up!” I mean Red Cup I mean, ‘All The Way Up' SIKE. What in the fuck do I look Like Not like a balla not like Mike; Psyc evaltuation Nation is evil Doesn't want people Equal--(equal) Has less calories But salaries at companies can't cover these Insurance fees and premiums Spotify can read my mind, As if it was a medium Shirt size fluctuate From XS to Medium XS was super dumb Maybe they remember us: Two big ass bitches In 3x mini Dresses Dressed to impress the emporer: ‘Impalas Only!' Gazelles for the lonely guys-- No surprise there: Thunder Thighs weren't in season The reason we couldn't get past red velvet lines Cause we like red velvet cake No mistakes made ‘Make way--comin thru!' Best friend pushed us through To see You (You, You, You (All I ask of you, sampled) BOO-WHO I think you're a ghost I think i'm an owl I love you the most An alien hosted Me SupaCree Supecedes--super seeds Everything Everything's everything Bring Me backstage In the age of backpage I hit the backspace Space cadet No Regrets Just regurts Regurgitate Yogurt-- Kiefer after reefer Refferal this squirrel To talk therapy, apparently Body dysmorphia got to me Honestly, I just need surgery. Everything's sugary Food isn't real to me Doesn't appeal to me Banana peel to me Slip-and-fall Monkey-see-monkey-do- Anything chunky-too-funky I can't wear anything I heartraves puts out; I'm not a circus ring Sometimes I feel like Penelope Elephante, Killa remembering All the things I would sing I would ring bells Drinking Sunny-D Juice-- Chance had the answer my favorite rapper, Had to be, probably Drake is an actor. Study the past for future prediction, I never fit in I never fit in Tripp pants before, But I can't afford them anyway. Anyway, What did you say, In that song? Man, it's been a long time Since ‘09 07 was heaven-- Last time I was president LDS resident Someone was heaven sent [sample: Christmas Present, The Rocket Summer] Going on tour and shit I'm starting to resent Everything too recent I'm on decline, descent Disintegrated and separated Soul from my Spirit. Do you hear it? It's me. August 4th, 1985 Stop. Wait Don't look back. Just. Disappear; You're not here, ghost and I'm sorry, I love you But thank you for making me Open my Open my Eyes (...) White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy I. Just. Can't look back. You. Reappeared. Got my own fanny pack. Don't mean to boast, but-- I kept your diplomacy Thank you for making me hate coke and ecstasy Open my Open my Eye, please. Fasting & Praying [working title] Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying for Me to Finally be free White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy [Waltz Love] Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? … And...I'm In… Love with another ghost (with another ghost) I'm in love with The world but The world is Running out of (running out of) Running out of Love Maybe i'm selfless— If I have a death wish… No; I'm just an artist, i'm starving Alarmingly me. -SunnÏ Blū/Novä Raïnn/SupaCrēē More I don't wanna be me anymore I can't live in this life, can't afford myself I just don't want to But i'm going to have to collect All the pieces This is too much, I can't be such-and-such or-so-and-so and so I cry I don't lie down, once i'm up, but my coffee cup's been corrupted I just don't feel it any more more More? I don't wanna be me, anymore I'm so tired of her, tired of hurting tired, and worthless what's a mistake worth? Losing your earnings and earrings on dance floors. “You're so gorgeous.” No, not anymore. More often then not, I'm the pot calling the kettle black Actors attract with charisma, I can't, but— I give love Love— Just take it, I'll make more more More. 823 Bait and switch Magic happened Hold me captive, captain Hollering at Jolly Roger I feel just like Mr. Rodgers This is not my neighborhood I'm good, when I'm good But I haven't been good In about eighty three days It's been crazy, but Daisy, I'm driving you— miss me. Misty eyes, every night no surprise, there an interesting pair, are we— Are we? Absolutely. I live in certainty This is our universe We are exactly as, we're supposed to be. Are we? Can't believe it's been eighty three. Have you forgotten me? Possibly, not likely I think you just might be scared? afraid? I think you're not ready keeping your eye on me watch the way you think Black—and blue—and pink Overthink, think, overthink Eighty three Work 8 to 3, release Please, I need to leave an hour early How can this be? I looked in your eyes with anxiety What could you want from me? Why Why do I love you so? So, so much love— Why? Why do I love you so much, love? This is a ‘look-but-don't-touch' love A ‘never-you-mind' ‘such-and-such' love. Why won't you tell me goodbye, love? Pick up the phone just to try, love? The tension is making me cry, love... You know I just want to get high, love. Why? Why am I like this? Why can't I fight this? I wanted to try this, to see what it's like— I don't like it. I don't like it at all I'm beginning...beginning to fall, Back in love, love—why? This is above love. Why, love— Why do I love you so much? MoonSun And Ooh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- I know you miss me, Like I miss you but Ohh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- THere's no tellin Nothing that I wouldn't do for you But you don't need me, like I need you Elohim You are so Perfect Sparkling eyes Silouhette Smile So Wonderful Your voice could carry me miles And I'd Follow you Follow you Into the blue world You are so Beautiful Practically perfect in every way Pratically perfect, that's all I can say-- Practically perfect; and thank you for making my Day today I wish you everything I wish you peace I wish you joy and love I hope you keep it Please don't remember me I am only a ghost--but-- What you are to me Is so sweet Have this: keep t Here, I hve this…. Secret. (Whispered: I love you.) You are so You are so You are so You are so Lovely, love I'm not in love, but-- Love, I-- Love you {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so— Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth One day Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me, too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. Cross my heartHope to dieWish I never seen your eyesI'm emptyDidn't see a thingI just heard a ringing in my earsI heard you thought I wanted diamond ringsNahI'm just singing these songs you wrote to myselfI just put your name in the book on my shelf, titled“Things I'll get to later.”And I will,I have Will powerAnd you have Will I Am's number on standby LOL (Skrill-I-Am--who said that???)And I'll probably fly standby next time I fly...Because...yes, I was looking right at you—Write about it? I have to;I'm half blue—and the music in my queue is half you,So what am I supposed to do—?Just not?What am I supposed to say? I said“Stop. Get out of my head.”Perhaps if I had a bed, I'd let you in itCause you've been in my head, already—there's no closer than thatAnd I can't hide from the shadows you cast on the inside of my eyelids anymore than I can the darkness of my skin, or the coldness of my spirit;My heart is just as warm as ever, though—and you can hear it...Sunken, syncing to the rhythms of any beat loud enough to rock it out of the lucid dream I fell intoWeeks ago,Weeks before I saw your eyes,weeks before I heard the lies that I could be,Would beWas chosen—But I won't be, that's not my place in this world; my place is to see you and wonder, and watch, and wait—And listen to the words nobody else can hear,When your music speaks.Maybe “I see you” was accurate—Maybe “I hear you “is all that's leftMaybe “I feel you” about sums it up. But “I love you.” Is what I would say, And you? Never.Because we don't know each other,We're just in the same places a lot;And most of those places are just,Extended parking lots where old would gather in the twisted moonlight...And the moonlight...That was the other thing I saw.Until next time. Got me stress eatingIn-n-out of meetings all dayIn-n-out sounds okay“No, you're out.”Sounds okayOkay—Are you ok?Not like Annie—I mean, you can be—But that's not really my thing;Quick fling for some bling without a diamond ringI don't fuck with thatAnd you can ask my ex, is we fuckin?Nah, I'm over thatPut me on the guillotine—Read between the linesI was fuckin doing everythingFuckin doing fineI was on my grind—Didn't have the time for noExplaining why the fuck I go and listen to sublimeI hate the lime-lightPay attention to me harder andI just mightLose it been Losin it since before it was a hit, and I admit—I miss the shit I came up on,I admit:I miss the days where I had fun andP.S.- yes I'm the best at passing a testDon't need to study the materialIs really all here—just pay attentionAttention deficit disorder;My auntie a hoarder but I'm borderline everything:You feelin me? Scary Monsters, and… In silent desperation Waiting for a cause To the effect of your reflection Pretty is, is pretty does Nothing breaks like a heart, and This is the heartland Careful where you tread Every corner has a landmine Surpassing hunger's grip There are monsters in your midsts Awakened demons in the Light and darkness calmly came upon us Resting is the wicked But my blindness is in hoping Certainty was lovely But I had to move away Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My wishlist is full of Equipment I need, To complete me: I need me to make me a star, but only so I can afford to go far And be single; Go tell Kris Kringle He missed me-- I don't have a chimney; but I have a fire Inside My Heart. (Well, I guess it's a start--) Nevermind, Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My tree is at Mildred E. Mathias Gardens, so Pardon my lack of decor, It's horrible, send me an angel For the top of my tree cause thee last Starr I had broke The spirit of Christmas-- (And half of my face, so) Half of me is so displaced, And, the other half's floating in space Somewhere, and... I miss my son Bearr, but I can't be there-- It's unfair how Awareness is blinding me barren I'd fly through Mcarren today if I could, I would. I would. I would. ...just to say Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. I saw myself skateboarding Through all the hallways, here Wearing a Santa Suit Handing out Kandi's And blasting my favorite DJs; The music of Music producers who made me… It's crazy, but lately I'm fasting & praying-- Pretending i'd be there with Bells on in Texas-- I miss my Lexus, but I'll drive this Pontiac, back to my boy; That's my Ode De Joy, Merry Christmas. (I'm Sorry that I had to miss this, dismiss this intention I set, miss my favorite set-- (1, 2, 3 times, a charm) I'll just tattoo my arm Lost the bet, but I can't lose this job; I was robbed of my Christmas, cause Corporate owns me-- I'm ever so lonely O Holy Night, I mean Oh, Holy shit: You're right-- I forgot To name all the Monsters and Sprites Despite all my tries, No surprise-- It's the light in my eyes Dying on this Christmas Night Turn Off The Lights I'll Miss Lights All Night Merry Christmas. Unfortunately, my Time isn't mine these double-pay days aren't worth all i'm losing but I'm losing my, losing my Mind And my youth to the fact That if I don't come back I'll fade Back To Black At the end of the act and I won't have a job, so I don't know, I guess this is my Merry Christmas. Chopstixx And this is me Eating with chopsticks, with two hands So hungry So empty Waiting for someone to love me. Screens ...and I can't see the world you live in Silver screens and digital, digital scenes So serene, the sea I swim in; See the natural world. With Light & Love There is light, shine it You are love, define it 333 The world is waking up (The world is waking up) But I was just asleep (I was asleep/I was asleep) If the world was just a dream (If life is but a dream) Then this is reality. Death Wish I live in this place, that I hate Blank slate, and slated; contemplated suicide, once or twice but not now not now— I just have a death wish. All my past selves are colliding; I've been inviting the chaos, and wondering why, why, why I must live inside of a digital box Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder who myself is— Maybe it's selfish, but I have a death wish I live in this space, I've created I cannot hate it, it's comfortable, peaceful, relaxed and though i've been abandoned by man, I just dance, I don't wanna hold hands right now, right now Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder How could I How could I How could I Be myself. Spider Bites Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites It's right outside my window paneAnd the pain I have insideCombination of guilt and prideI can't hide in this placeI almost died in this place Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Songs in my head that I can't writeWrongs I can't rightMy clothes are too tight,I just mightI just mightDie in this place Face it, look at this faceDisfigured and fakeDarkened and sunbakedDisgraceful, I hate itAnd maybe I waited too longThought I was just being strong Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Sleeping In Spider Bites 1:15 AM Little lonely planetSpinning on my axisI don't need my glassesTo feelLittle lonely ladyMisses little babyAttracted to you latelyToo realI'm sorry, it's been cloudyThis can't be about meIn a crowd you can't seeMy faceStanding in a cornerFighting for my honorNo this isn't reallyMy placeI'm a space cadetSucked in a vacuumAnd I'm losing itThought I could find youThe stars look so marvelousI never thought it could beI guess it wasn't meantFor me Nobody's Type Everybody got preferences, Don't need to be checking my references You say that I'm hella exotic I say that your energy's toxic Bad mind be robotic I'm not sick—I'm not shit It's obvious: you're oblivious And she's envious of my (shhhh) Why? Trust Fall Trust the process, don't let go. Synesthesia Sensory overload I saw the sun explode I know I've been exposed To those (x3) echoes Runner Twin (True Flame) Shh. Don't speak, Just feel—it's real. I love you. Yellow. I sense that it's mellow... And running away—it's ok— I'm insane & slightly deranged... But I love you; If that's not true, I don't know what is—cause I know what love is. Please forgive me for my sins— My subconscious wins me over, And over and over, overthinking unclearly too wearily depresses my synthesis...this unlimited energy is consumed in rage and hatred, self pity and witty phenomena nobody can seem to explain—what's wrong with my brain, to be this way? What's wrong with my eyes, to see this way? I see the world changing a different way—less humanity, more insanity—like me, but more of a calamity; a catastrophe, actually. But, I love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love. 48 Days Later Desperate? That's how it gets It's been about 48 days of this shit I'm crazed for this shit Been dazed. Extra? You betcha. I'm not trying to hear it Not trying to go near it I stay clear of it SHUT THE FUCK UP. I need peace And then you woke me up My life was in pieces And you're having fun? Dissecting me at intersections Sending me in opposite directions Wasting my energy Wasting the synergy that could be If you would be Listening to me as much as I HEAR YOU. Stay clear of me, I don't want you near me Do you hear me? I need to be satisfied Not made to cry Or made to think I should shut up and die (By the way, I hate black guys.) So fire away. Hands Sign language The new divine language This anguish is vacant; Apologies, this isn't me. I'm squinting, trying to see The light? It's bright. “Silence so I see...” I smile pleasantly At me I Live Here I live here 15 more days I'm not paying your way Cute trick, but okay This is lame ... I live here; I heard all your lies, By passing the time— I'm just a passerby But I try...not to cry. It's a synthesis... I meant this shit. 3 Times Is A Charm I hate goodbyes Cause you never said it I hate replies Cause you never sent it I hate good highs, I'll admit it; Cause I know what's below 3 times, and you know— Something bad's coming. I'm Dun Been abandoned about 100 times Not gonna take it at another person's pace I'm not running in someone else's race This is my place This is my new place Haste makes waste; Now I'm done for. Cryy Just another ghost I ain't gonna cry about it I'm not gonna boast I'm not gonna cry about it (Pshhh. Burnt toast) I ain't gonna lie about it Almost Not even gonna try about it So close I ain't gonna cry about it I ain't gonna cry about it Patience. Alaska 8, LA -3 Not smart enough? That's tough. Not brave enough? That's ruff Got fat on ya? That's fluff— Enough stuff—have a puff. Must Be ADD Must be hard to be Jon Must be hard to have 9 TVs on Must be hard to be hard Must be hard to fuck blondes Must be hard to go on-and-on... Must be. On Me Wear my heart on my sleeve; If you died I would grieve you I didn't believe you There were two blue planets Dammit— Thought I had you at “Are you okay?” But it's just me. So, sorry… it must be hard Being on guard all the time Don't know what your life is like Won't try to guess I'm just obsessed because you're blessed if this a test I know I failed. And if I was you— I prolly woulda bailed On me. So-So Sorry sorry, I worry-worry No one will love me Like I love the world. And I do know you— But I do owe you an apology... Technology...is too much for me Wiki is the key, and I won't look 3 times. You know who you are; You set the bar too high. Now it's too late Another obsession— I'm just a mental case. Sorry honey. You looked at me funny... And I fell apart. That was the start Of another broken heart Priest Not suicidal Fuck an idol Music is like my bible I'm liable to read it to you, Judas. Alaska's On Fire Smoke & Rain Purple mountains Burning fire Red sun Lights & lazers Celebration Never ending Have fun Goodbye, I Love You Twisted state of consciousness This world is in Chaos I lost you at “hello.” Hey Mr. Mojo Risin There's smoke on the horizon For miles...tired eyes don't lie; Look at the sky— Wondering ‘why' I Do This is what love is at a distance Had you and then gone in an instant Now you're just one of my wishes upon a flower Danced into the midnight hour Wondered why I turn a shade of blue Brighter than the planet that I knew I love you— From a distance. I'm sorry that I missed this chance. Just let me have final dance. I know the moments passed, true... Want to think I know you like I do. “I Fell ” Throwing elbows Who the hell knows How many times I've been hit How many times I've been choked Exploded and exposed to the officers, the Lucifer I married first And what's worse is I kept my mouth shut, even after he split it open— I was hopin he'd at least open his heart Instead he departed the apartment Started Making threats about all his regrets, Left a mess and tested me with suicidal tendencies— Almost beat me dead and instead of feeling anything I said? He ran off. Left me with scars on my head— Blood on the walls, and the bed Red Lips Always Lie; You know why? I had two babies cryin' And he's flyin down the highway Tryin to meet with a “friend” Only told two people then, Lied to the rest of the world: Was Peggy's best girl Till he literally rocked my world. I said “oh, I hurt my face doing push ups” but I couldn't look up for a week, couldn't talk through my teeth, couldn't eat couldn't sleep— Lost my power, got weak And I think to myself “Why did I ever go back?” Lacked the confidence to leave— But now my heart's on my sleeve, And my sleeves are uneven, Cause I'm still grievin Might have still had two sons If I had just packed up And run away. Instead, I'm alone today. You predator, I'm the prey... But I still pray for you. Hunger Within ‘What are you hungry for?' Always wanting more One's not enough— But two is too many. Is anything worth remembering? Rainbows round the sun; Halos round the moon “I didn't see anything... I didn't hear shit.” Maybe you were too lit— Maybe it was legit magic I thought it was fantastic, either way I only wanted you to play With me Stay With me Dance With me—mama Mia— I see everything History Mystery... Destroying “me” The longest ego death that ever was, “Never was.” “...fuck it.” I wish To dismiss Your sweet kiss on my lips Fuck it. Fuck it. When life gives you golf balls, you learn to drive— And you learn to thrive taking care of people too fucked up to take care of themselves. Top shelf liquor, top shelf buds Everyone uses something Everybody uses somebody Being Aliocha What does that mean? I'm hearing things, it seems Electricity, energy My family and friends taunting me Codeswitch How do You go, from ‘me—to you Did what you had to do Did what you wanted to: You're you. Seems like codeswitching Is bitching at people While listening to people Complain Seems like somebody is trying to get me a label of being insane Seems like somebody is making me crazy on purpose to play with my brain Seems like I'm just watching shadows and ghosts listening, whispering my name Motion, Words & Wisdom Part paranoia— And part defense system Am I just sick? Or am I a victim. You're speaking when you're speaking You stop thinking when I'm thinking Meanwhile I keep repeating— Motions, words—wisdom. Deja Friendly faces Looking in my eyes— Telling me something; yet saying another. “What?”, I ask. He answers “I'm here” I'm hearing his voice... On his presence I ponder. I wonder how much is true: ‘Who made who?' It's Deja Vu—I cant help it. Obsession is insanity, I felt it—I still do It's still you—I love you It's fucked up, I miss you; Goodbye then...I'll say it no issue. 16 Clubhouse Avenue I'm in the chamber of love The chamber of love Looked up and and I saw you I feel you just above ground And I'm calling you down, down You're the one I'm thinking of Seagulls and doves Hand in the sand and i draw you If I step into the sea I would probably drown, drown Swaying in the sound of deafness Can't you see that I'm so reckless Keep me waiting leave me breathless And I'm dancing to the sound of my heartbeat The sound of your heartbeat Melting away in the body heat Keeping the Rhythm with my feet (With harmony) Dancing to the sound of our heartbeat Living on love street Babe I can't wait till we next meet Keeping the rhythm with my feet Turned the page, I thought the show was done I was only trying to have some fun Lo$t This is not the place for you Turn away There is something better You are so alone in this world We are not your friends here Look at how you've grown This is now, and the times have changed you You will not be safe. . . Go collect your thoughts You're a ghost Look at what you wasted Dancing by yourself The world has eaten all your trust The embodiment of emptiness And empathy, at best Finally flew the coop And then retreated to your nest Go get some rest, bird Be seen and not heard This world is absurd Take away the night Take away the light Baby, I saw you take flight Feeling like something's not right... Fighting with all of your might Turn up the lights Feeling like somethings not right You're not out of mind, but I beg you to get out of sight You're blind tonight You're too precious for this restlessness No freedom on the guest list, this Is one of life's great lessons: Go home early, count your blessings Exxchange I swing like a Pendulum, pendulum, pendulum My mind is on the run Swing like a pendulum, pendulum, pendulum I'm in a party of one Be And if you love something, Let it go And if you lose someone Let them free That's all you'll ever be (is love) That's all you'll be You'll be Bass Canyon 2k19 Refrain? You're insane We had this conversation on the plane Ignoring all the pain inside You watched me walk away I'm afraid you got paid And in the end that it was made To make me kill myself again This is the world that I live in This is my universe (You said it was ours) This is my universe (I watched you for hours) This is my universe (I sent you pretty flowers) No you didn't Watched you spin it I was crying every minute Saw your heart and I was in it Played your part because you been it Can't connect you to [bleeped] J** S***** But I really can't admit it You're a secret You're a savior You're my planet You're my flavor Honey, do yourself a favor And just tell me what you savor You're a genius You're a vibe I'm just glad that you're alive If you won't let me join your tribe? I guess I'll have to build my hive Queen Bee LSD Made me who I'm ‘sposed to be Haven't even dosed you see: I don't need no ecstasy I haven't been smoking weed But sometimes that's the thing I need You planted all of satans seed The world I see is full of greed Changed my body Cause you put your Hands between my thighs And you were sposed to be my guy I think about you all the time And you know why Secret passwords and some rules I can apply When I walked by the place It's no mistake I peeked in through your eye The West Wing Take someone suicidal, Put them in a box Take away the freedom Take away the sun Laugh because they're hurting Learn to roll your eyes Keep them even longer When they call out all your lies Joyful, joyful I cannot trust No one's loyal Attitude adjustment I was spoiled rotten with Candy and soda But that causes everything, everything to start over Pick your poison Prescription or addiction Look to the horizon Never see the sun Venice Venture I loved you the moment I saw you; With wonder I finally saw you— Where is your soul? I wanted to hold you, I wanted to keep you whole Jumped into a hole and thought of you Jumped into a hole, and— I saw there were two I wanted to fill it... But wanted to feel you, too. Pod Of magic and memories Wonder and light Have you picked all your pennies Washed all your stones Counted your blessings Rested your bones? God rest your soul Praise The Skyy I missed work, But I found the rainbow I found myself But I dropped my halo I don't know about tomorrow But my futures so bright, I— Might just be the light, I— Might just see the sun-light Through the cloudy days Amazing, Praise the sky Origins When we were the ocean (echo) Before Father Time Remembrance of the divine It just was Nothing and everything Happened at once Just because It was all just an accident The happiest accident The world We were We are We are still here I am You are. We are still here. You Are What You Wiah Be careful what you wish for All of them come true Be careful what you wish for Nothing is ever untrue If it's there In your heart—in your soul In the place that dreams are made In the place that you were born from Your spirit speaks, So listen: Do not let go of what you know You have always known it Wishes Wishes Wishes are your truth Be careful what you wish for Your wishes become you. AlllStaR We're not finished yet, Chuck Taylor The journey hadn't ended— You've been on this expedition— And we've walked for miles and miles We have danced below the sunlight Even glided with the moon, right in the Heart and in the eye Of something-city. It never really mattered, being pretty Till it hit me: I could prob'ly buy the world, if I were free. Back to Abbot Kinney There is something we forgot The plot thickens like my waistline— All the sugar they refine, a goldmine Rotting minds and taking time away— Life away—if sad you eat, then sad you'll stay; Don't say it, today is just you cheating on yourself Your shelf life's not as long as your lifeline— Each palm a psalm, To each his own To teach, to own It's a lonely, road But if only, only... (From Holes) ‘If only, if only the woodpecker sigh... The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies... As [the] wolf waits below, both hungry and lonely—he cries to the moon ‘if only, if only' All is Well We don't need another song about... Because they're all about... And all my songs are about... Left it open, But it slammed behind me And I loved the sound Because it was meant to be Left it cracked, Like the egg that I am And I am in my own shell All is well All is well Butterflyy I am beside myself I am inside myself Abiding by rules I might have made Siiickness Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? ... R3AL What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? SUPA And You can't wear your heart on your sleeve With an S on your Chest But you have to believe You can do it Western Lights Diffractions in traffic Aurora Borealis Love The World Hate my job Hate my face Hate my life Hate this place Love the world Hate my life Hate my hair Hate my thighs Love is there Love the world Believe in Everything, have something To wake up for Believe in Everything, it's only Time to go When you say so, so Love the world Heart—Sleeve Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you More and more Don't Go Like the sunlight reflects off the snow I just hope that you know That I love you Don't go I love you— Don't go I love you— You know And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Wannabee i wanna be alone i wanna be alone i wanna be alone Don't wanna be lonely Need someone to hold me I only need one But since there's no one... Stare into the sun I just wannabe— Wanna be Wanna be Wanna be (Wanna be?) Done One Just one me Just one world Just one tree; Just one girl M&C Misery loves company Misery loves company Misery loves company And misery is company— You're losin' me. Planets And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Noontime Take me to the Grammys I wanna meet the family I'm tryna keep it classy But the world is pretty trashy My license is a class C I'm average as I can be I want the presidency, so Somebody educate me Back To, Unh I'm late for my train Plain Jane, plain insane Look up, I see a plane I eat weight and then I gain it Clarissa, I can't explain it I wax it and then I wane it Phone Home like I'm Little Wayne, bitch I say ‘bitch' but then I hate it I hate bread but then I ate it I love cheese and so I grate it I love food and so I plate it Love DRuGs I love getting faded But lately the world is jaded So (Sung, nah-nah) I stay sober—found a four leaf clover Frozen in October Alaska getting colder When they say it's over, I linger, Get closer I need more exposure Cause I am getting older This instagram is closure No selfies and no posers Close your—mouth please Lose your spouse please Because he took your house keys (Choking sounds, gasping for air) I need fucking therapy— A doctor who won't lock me up A friend who won't block me out for keeping up with my fitness Do you get this? No. You don't know. Nobody really understands my self destruction plan But I don't really ‘need' a man, Because I wrote “I am” And, “And.” And—this is my Land ‘This is our world This is our sand' (box) Thinking about getting dread Locks I don't need headphones I need Aux— ‘I want to hold your hand' Awwwwsss— Walks on the beach I am a beached whale I am a teacher I'm gonna set sail Build me a church and steeple and steal from the people So tax free so evil Evil knieval midevil Shirts I was trippin on shirts Avoiding them flirts, the worst Laying me down in a hearse I never rehearse Live my whole life in reverse— I'm Benjamin button It hurts-hurts The world is George Lucas's first, Work From something to nothin, It works, church From First and to Last Every verse, verse Somebody come help break this Curse curse Demons in my universe—verse Remember you asked who came first—first (Two times?) ...it was the egg. Go break a leg. I don't have to beg I'm going to Vegas. Bitch I'm gonna be famous Bitch I'm already A-List Bitch I'm friends with the greatest Sun and the Moon and the stars were my latest design ‘Bitch you look fine' I promise, I'm not Promises, promises Thought I forgot ©racked Hacked Maybe because I'm black Maybe because they thought I'd attack Maybe cause I'm stacked with knowledge—I acknowledge I wanna go back to college to polish it I don't know what to call this shit; Trying to be an activist but I legit don't have the time or a spare fucking dime Bus lines wasting my time Wrote the bus song on my own vibe I don't write songs all of the time, But when I do, I use blue and my ‘Do' frame of miiind. Gotta find the right sound pack Gotta get a new backpack Gotta be myself, that's whack I can't go back I can't take that Can't fake facts: I've been hacked For no reason, that's stupid I left right on time Apple reads minds now, Google makes plans now I hope google plans how to explain how they made me insane picking at my brain— Need my phone to get by, Need my GPS or I digress, I'll leave my fucking phone at home— Cause I can find north, of course—- West is the beach and this beached whale sprouted legs and they can Walk for miles and miles It might be awhile to apply my airline miles, But I got different styles or writing I'm sick of fighting with myself— Pull the trigger already “No, you've already written too much about such and such, so—that would expose those who only hope you turn up your nose and, put a gun down your throat” Oh. Started working on my suicide note, And I wrote about how, now, I can't even go around without the sound of the 3 people dragging me down in my stupid Little Head. Nam Dama Mi That's an inner thought: Keep it to yourself Put it on the shelf, You're a mad man Do you remember me? I am the stars you see And the answer that you seek, Is the blinding light. Fight the tide, You're hiding— Wasting the days Resting Rest In Peace to the Rest of them, Following everyone's footsteps They're practically sheep, but You keep keeping up with them Friends? If only, if only. Depends on If you're feeling lonely, I guess. Do you remember yourself? She was healthy Do you remember her death? Falling victim to captive Both weakened and wealthy Was he, who Could see you Practically couldn't believe you Who was that? Inherited panic attacks from your past— Life goes on. Dos Mi like Viven LA or en Vegas? Dos You a writer or you tryna do this music? Dos Feel like eating pizza, chocolate, tacos mames? Dos Is dat hoe in buena o es muchas mala? Dos Laundromat Undercover 88 Crown Vic Victory is mine History is mine Hollywood bungalow Yucca & Vine Fine line between champagne & wine White lie When I say “I'm fine” Fine dining, I have no spine Calling the bank cause my card was Declined Ladder I climb I'm falling behind The children born after me Never you mind It's such a catastrophe Body & Mind Listen to Skrillex to help me unwind I need my glasses, Please help me find them I cannot see you— I'm Daphne I'm blind *gasp* “Are you okay?!” No—not today I fast and I pray that you won't go away I fast and I pray cause I need you to stay Good-hey, good, I need you to play My favorite songs when I go to the rave My favorite favorite favorite place One day they'll probably send me to space Because I belong to an alien race Cree-Cree phone home... I hate my phone I hate the phony Instagram hoes I hate my body Wanna go home Death is a freedom When we all fall asleep, Where do we roam? Noam Chomsky Write me a poem Cute pomsky— Wish I could show em. Dog show in dogtown You know what's up The tide is down I said surf's up If up is down Enough's enough I'll prob'ly drown Out Sounds How Now Brown Cow Tell Father Time That time is now There is no past There is no “how” There is no “try” There's only “do” There is no “I” There is no “you” The universe is 2+2 It all adds up It's all in view You know what's up And I do too For you are I, and I am you Absolutely: whooo are you? I am, he is, You are, he is, You are I am We are I am They are I am Me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Sunny, sunny days Happy birthdays 60 earth days, or so I've been crazy, so... Here it goes. I chose you, And I don't suppose you know Cause I don't know you— Don't owe you an apology, But apologies, please accept these Tokens of appreciation For all the elation, and sensations I'm so sorry. The complexity of energy astounds me— Came around on day 2 of EDC just to see you, And I missed it. Lost it cause I lost track of time trying to find the reason why a certain guy wouldn't leave my side— And that's fine; he has a nice vibe But I've a one-track mind for your type of guy I'm kind of blind, but I can read between the lines— Every other song was a sign That you could be my guide; Already supplied me with doses of medication; alien communication I thought—not really, you're just really good at being smart So... Thank you I'm sorry I love you I miss you I was misused and abused, which confused me...like I said, sincerely— I'm sorry, Sonny. Sorry, sorry. You might find it funny, but nobody loves me the way I love music. I'm too sick to cope, And I hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. Cause now I just can't get it off my mind—didn't mind whoever's hands between my thighs— The vibe attracted me. Disastrously drunk, perhaps, But I collapsed at the showers— Waited in line bout an hour hearing “Skrillex-skrillex-skrillex” Nose to the ground, constantly looking around, thinking: “Well they couldn't be talking about me...” Because you wouldn't be thinking about me— I've had dogs barking at me for weeks, i think, so— Please excuse me when I say I'm crazy for you. Don't have a clue about your personal life— But a guy with a wife is off limits. I don't have a clue, true. You could be anything. Wikipedia would know, but I won't go there— And I wouldn't go over the rail for the purple water bottle— Went full-throttle on no-energy... What can I say? Sorry again. Sorry my life depends on your music—I can't mend your heart or recommend a friend—just another loose-end to this never ending story. I don't know who you are, And you might know who I am— Thought I saw you dancing as I laid down—thought I was making your face out... Thought I could be your predecessor, but really I'm just a word processor and don't possess any talent—granted, I've taken for granted and taken advantage of too much time Undressed you with my eyes the first time I saw you spinnin—I'm just living life in my own skin, and I've never been “the chosen one” Which is why I run away so fast... When things are too good to be true, I remember all my shades of blue I thought maybe you knew about the two planets. I thought maybe that this was your blanket. I thought maybe that sweater was a letterman's jacket To whatever team you're on— But that super hot blonde with the best outfit on... Seemed your type. When I'm right, I'm right. And when I'm wrong, I'm wrong. And it's always Sunny in Philadelphia... But it's always Sonny on iTunes And always Skrillex on Spotify Mr. Mojo didn't die, He lives inside our hearts. You started it. I wanted it too badly. Ray bands and your hands under my covers... We could be lovers In a perfect world. Thank you for the music. I'm listening. Anna The prettiest girl in the world came to me and she said “I wanna look like you.” And I could not believe her, Let my energy deceive her Cause I, cause I Wanted to look like her more. She said “ohh, I want hair like that” And I watched her stare, like that Thing on my head was a Bright shooting star; haily's comet I'd not let myself believe it Cause I wanted to look like her, more. Anna, you perfect thing Anna, the prettiest girl that I've ever seen Anna, please don't— Close those pretty brown eyes, Your manna. Anna, you're what's the matter with me Can't you see? I wanna look just like you. Intense (Like Camping) Moon shaped eyes Shadowcast lies She silently cries As her memory dies Erase it away Just live for today Don't cry Just learn to lie better You know you're better off When you're off on your own There's nobody there, you're just dreaming It's not really cold, you're just sleeping— It never happened, you're dying inside, Keeping a secret, holding your pride back tonight second guessing your eyes— It's no surprise Slept until sunrise. Just Know Wherever you are in the world Whatever you do with your life Whoever you take as your wife Know that I love you I'm sending you wishes of love Protections from heavens above I am the owl and the dove So just know that I love you It's too much It's too soon Saw your face Met my doom I've been pacing in my room Know that I Know that I— — cannot hear your name again The world that I've been living in Is filled with taunting, torturous And ridiculing, I cant stand it, I— Stand it, I— Never had to clutch a pillow admire weeping willows; Just know. Tears will never ever tell your secrets I told you it was sacred, I would keep it; Just know. Can't reach out Drowning in sorrow and self doubt Would hate to Be left on The list of millions Hoping they can have you So I don't hope I'm holding onto rope Unwrap the heartstring Hope it's long enough To tie onto the chandelier You've seen me so much this year I'm hanging myself, hanging on Hanging on To you… So just know that I love you. In Hate [With Myself] Fat is ugly As I am As I am Black is ugly As I am As I am Would I believe in myself If I had beauty? Would I believe in myself If I was happy? Would I believe in myself Maybe, not likely I just want to die in peace At peace With peace Just as much as I have Love To give Forgive, me, Love For I am in Hate with myself Hate myself I'm in hate with myself Maybe too late for myself Maybe too late for myself Hate is ugly As I am As I am Fear is ugly As I am As I am Life is ugly As I am Thank You, You're Beautiful I Hate The ugly I see When I look in the mirror, But Thank you Because you Are beautiful. I Hate The sound Of My voice When I'm singing Over the radio But thank you Because you are Beautiful Something inside me Is fighting The blinding Light I so wish I was whole I'm the whole world I'm told to stay positive But I am positive Someone wants me Dead within the decade Mother Earth I am unpredictable Superstitious Unreliable Be my witness I'm not Rick I'm toxic I'm nauseous And conscious CAKE Any food is food, to a man who's holding hunger; Hunger's only boredom to the man who carries stress; Freedom is the wish of every man who works for wishes— Woman carries manhood in the pockets of her dress. Smog Check Back to blue skies Under clouds of waste That we can't see But we created All the world is somewhat jaded So get faded— wade in the wata; Pollution is notta problem When you got a lot of em When you got a lot of em Life is everlasting Blur (Lifeless En Motion) To be lifeless in motion; A cascading glimpse At the thought of emotion Miss me by inches No wish of devotion. Sifting so silently; Lifeless In motion. Judgement Day My body was a trial Crazy, Stupid, Hungry, Tired It hurts so bad You're on the road And I'm alone I just stuff my fat face with Anything that might Make me feel loved Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED Of living this lie So I wish I would die In my sleep But I keep on repeating This cycle It's sweeping my mind I find it hard to believe If I meet you again In your eyes and you'd smile I smile for your voice and Yes I'll always love you Shame on me Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm On my last lifetime Home Is Where The Art Is I have panic attacks on the bus every morning— Google maps throwing me off and often, losing my mind trying to find where I'm going; There's no place like roaming There's no place like home I have heart attacks leaving the conference room, coffee stand— Hand-in-Hand with the grand that's Bi-weekly directly deposited, hoping— There's no place for coping There's no place like home I wander by walls wearing eyes, making footsteps Unlikely I'm leading the blind, all behind me I'm finding the line is too fine to determine My side Side-by-side mirror images, Interesting concept: “Conception at birth” How abstract, subtracting Distractions, passing concessions & sundries covering all my expressions Of joy Enjoying Chos in color Home is where the art is. Bouts of insomnia, Battling bullet wounds; Inspiration's a gift of disaster— But soon, knives forks and spoons, A lamp for my room, and a broom, too; Home is where the art is. I'm in the cocoon, for now— Still learning how to be beautiful, Creating a canvas on my back, seeing— Everything, everyday. On my way On my way On my way to being Home. Fr33 Just the idea of being free Makes me in love with me Catch The Sun When we all fall asleep And the sun drifts away Some people stay up To Make up Theworld of next day There is no ‘tomorrow' So follow yourself Swallow it whole, The World: You are the whole Thing. Open your eyes-- All of them. Brownies & Lemonade I see lemonade everywhere But where are the brownies (Am I the brownie?) On my honor, I-- Will do. Nike shoes, maybe in a shade of blue I'm myself, because of U Saw through new eyes, today Something I never saw, at all And I fall in love With love With love-- With Love WIth U (Remember Me?) Whose Moon Is It, Anyway? All the bad vibes are alive on this moonlight night At least this is my last, last life BLU World I have been lost in a world of blue, wishing to share the world with you. Watch it turn from blue— to brown— to blue Drowned in the future Doubt there's a future Now is the future, they say They're watching you throw it away. HOWSLAW Superstitions coming true Tripped over a bag— I just wanted a flag or a backpack I went back for you [For] Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Justice Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Life Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Lost and Forgotten Spirits Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for You my love I am truth, I am light I am freedom in the night I am watching demons fight (In the night, they take flight) There's a spirit in my (Spirit in my) head and I can Hear it, In my bed the recollection of a voice I truly love Fasting and praying and fasting and praying and fasting and praying and…. Forgive me. Sunny Sunday I sent some love your way In my own world I can stay Hidden, Kept secret Give Victoria the secret, You may wonder if she'll keep it the devil gave her all the weapons to be cloaked in all the beauty of a body fit for lingerie angels never go away demons dance and play and wait for you to make mistakes Sheep adorned with lace perfect body, perfect face make Charisma avoid Karma and put Pleasure in her place. Find your place and keep it Lock away your secrets You may not believe it, but: The only world is you Sunny Sundays Crashing waves to the west And I wish you the best I just wish you the best A.D.D.E.R.A.L.L. And they won't give me Adderall Cause then I would rule the world Then I could rule the world ‘Who does this girl think she is, caring?' They won't give me things that would help me to mend the world Cause that would mean theirs is ending Fiends can't be friends and reflections, expectations of men in the eye of the beholding blind, leading wild, tides—moonlight fight with the demons he sent in the night, You're right: Stay in tonight. And they won't give her adderall because they know that she would fall in love with herself “Just kill yourself.” She came back to haunt herself— wanted off this planet, poisonous planet you poisoned humanity (poisoning, poisoning) Any Moore I don't wanna be me, anymore I just missed my chance to be free because ugly is wearing your face out Half of the time, I just space out Cadet Kelly, hellishly envious Losing respect, losing time— I need more. MaybEmpathy Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. FAT Eat-a bowl -a Granola Better than a coca-cola That's ebola no hola Get fatter than my areola Bird's (The) Word Wha-da-da-dup? I mean, “surf's up!” I mean Red Cup I mean, ‘All The Way Up' SIKE. What in the fuck do I look Like Not like a balla not like Mike; Psyc evaltuation Nation is evil Doesn't want people Equal--(equal) Has less calories But salaries at companies can't cover these Insurance fees and premiums Spotify can read my mind, As if it was a medium Shirt size fluctuate From XS to Medium XS was super dumb Maybe they remember us: Two big ass bitches In 3x mini Dresses Dressed to impress the emporer: ‘Impalas Only!' Gazelles for the lonely guys-- No surprise there: Thunder Thighs weren't in season The reason we couldn't get past red velvet lines Cause we like red velvet cake No mistakes made ‘Make way--comin thru!' Best friend pushed us through To see You (You, You, You (All I ask of you, sampled) BOO-WHO I think you're a ghost I think i'm an owl I love you the most An alien hosted Me SupaCree Supecedes--super seeds Everything Everything's everything Bring Me backstage In the age of backpage I hit the backspace Space cadet No Regrets Just regurts Regurgitate Yogurt-- Kiefer after reefer Refferal this squirrel To talk therapy, apparently Body dysmorphia got to me Honestly, I just need surgery. Everything's sugary Food isn't real to me Doesn't appeal to me Banana peel to me Slip-and-fall Monkey-see-monkey-do- Anything chunky-too-funky I can't wear anything I heartraves puts out; I'm not a circus ring Sometimes I feel like Penelope Elephante, Killa remembering All the things I would sing I would ring bells Drinking Sunny-D Juice-- Chance had the answer my favorite rapper, Had to be, probably Drake is an actor. Study the past for future prediction, I never fit in I never fit in Tripp pants before, But I can't afford them anyway. Anyway, What did you say, In that song? Man, it's been a long time Since ‘09 07 was heaven-- Last time I was president LDS resident Someone was heaven sent [sample: Christmas Present, The Rocket Summer] Going on tour and shit I'm starting to resent Everything too recent I'm on decline, descent Disintegrated and separated Soul from my Spirit. Do you hear it? It's me. August 4th, 1985 Stop. Wait Don't look back. Just. Disappear; You're not here, ghost and I'm sorry, I love you But thank you for making me Open my Open my Eyes (...) White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy I. Just. Can't look back. You. Reappeared. Got my own fanny pack. Don't mean to boast, but-- I kept your diplomacy Thank you for making me hate coke and ecstasy Open my Open my Eye, please. Fasting & Praying [working title] Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying for Me to Finally be free White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy [Waltz Love] Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? … And...I'm In… Love with another ghost (with another ghost) I'm in love with The world but The world is Running out of (running out of) Running out of Love Maybe i'm selfless— If I have a death wish… No; I'm just an artist, i'm starving Alarmingly me. -SunnÏ Blū/Novä Raïnn/SupaCrēē More I don't wanna be me anymore I can't live in this life, can't afford myself I just don't want to But i'm going to have to collect All the pieces This is too much, I can't be such-and-such or-so-and-so and so I cry I don't lie down, once i'm up, but my coffee cup's been corrupted I just don't feel it any more more More? I don't wanna be me, anymore I'm so tired of her, tired of hurting tired, and worthless what's a mistake worth? Losing your earnings and earrings on dance floors. “You're so gorgeous.” No, not anymore. More often then not, I'm the pot calling the kettle black Actors attract with charisma, I can't, but— I give love Love— Just take it, I'll make more more More. 823 Bait and switch Magic happened Hold me captive, captain Hollering at Jolly Roger I feel just like Mr. Rodgers This is not my neighborhood I'm good, when I'm good But I haven't been good In about eighty three days It's been crazy, but Daisy, I'm driving you— miss me. Misty eyes, every night no surprise, there an interesting pair, are we— Are we? Absolutely. I live in certainty This is our universe We are exactly as, we're supposed to be. Are we? Can't believe it's been eighty three. Have you forgotten me? Possibly, not likely I think you just might be scared? afraid? I think you're not ready keeping your eye on me watch the way you think Black—and blue—and pink Overthink, think, overthink Eighty three Work 8 to 3, release Please, I need to leave an hour early How can this be? I looked in your eyes with anxiety What could you want from me? Why Why do I love you so? So, so much love— Why? Why do I love you so much, love? This is a ‘look-but-don't-touch' love A ‘never-you-mind' ‘such-and-such' love. Why won't you tell me goodbye, love? Pick up the phone just to try, love? The tension is making me cry, love... You know I just want to get high, love. Why? Why am I like this? Why can't I fight this? I wanted to try this, to see what it's like— I don't like it. I don't like it at all I'm beginning...beginning to fall, Back in love, love—why? This is above love. Why, love— Why do I love you so much? MoonSun And Ooh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- I know you miss me, Like I miss you but Ohh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- THere's no tellin Nothing that I wouldn't do for you But you don't need me, like I need you Elohim You are so Perfect Sparkling eyes Silouhette Smile So Wonderful Your voice could carry me miles And I'd Follow you Follow you Into the blue world You are so Beautiful Practically perfect in every way Pratically perfect, that's all I can say-- Practically perfect; and thank you for making my Day today I wish you everything I wish you peace I wish you joy and love I hope you keep it Please don't remember me I am only a ghost--but-- What you are to me Is so sweet Have this: keep t Here, I hve this…. Secret. (Whispered: I love you.) You are so You are so You are so You are so Lovely, love I'm not in love, but-- Love, I-- Love you {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so— Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth One day Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me, too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. Cross my heartHope to dieWish I never seen your eyesI'm emptyDidn't see a thingI just heard a ringing in my earsI heard you thought I wanted diamond ringsNahI'm just singing these songs you wrote to myselfI just put your name in the book on my shelf, titled“Things I'll get to later.”And I will,I have Will powerAnd you have Will I Am's number on standby LOL (Skrill-I-Am--who said that???)And I'll probably fly standby next time I fly...Because...yes, I was looking right at you—Write about it? I have to;I'm half blue—and the music in my queue is half you,So what am I supposed to do—?Just not?What am I supposed to say? I said“Stop. Get out of my head.”Perhaps if I had a bed, I'd let you in itCause you've been in my head, already—there's no closer than thatAnd I can't hide from the shadows you cast on the inside of my eyelids anymore than I can the darkness of my skin, or the coldness of my spirit;My heart is just as warm as ever, though—and you can hear it...Sunken, syncing to the rhythms of any beat loud enough to rock it out of the lucid dream I fell intoWeeks ago,Weeks before I saw your eyes,weeks before I heard the lies that I could be,Would beWas chosen—But I won't be, that's not my place in this world; my place is to see you and wonder, and watch, and wait—And listen to the words nobody else can hear,When your music speaks.Maybe “I see you” was accurate—Maybe “I hear you “is all that's leftMaybe “I feel you” about sums it up. But “I love you.” Is what I would say, And you? Never.Because we don't know each other,We're just in the same places a lot;And most of those places are just,Extended parking lots where old would gather in the twisted moonlight...And the moonlight...That was the other thing I saw.Until next time. Got me stress eatingIn-n-out of meetings all dayIn-n-out sounds okay“No, you're out.”Sounds okayOkay—Are you ok?Not like Annie—I mean, you can be—But that's not really my thing;Quick fling for some bling without a diamond ringI don't fuck with thatAnd you can ask my ex, is we fuckin?Nah, I'm over thatPut me on the guillotine—Read between the linesI was fuckin doing everythingFuckin doing fineI was on my grind—Didn't have the time for noExplaining why the fuck I go and listen to sublimeI hate the lime-lightPay attention to me harder andI just mightLose it been Losin it since before it was a hit, and I admit—I miss the shit I came up on,I admit:I miss the days where I had fun andP.S.- yes I'm the best at passing a testDon't need to study the materialIs really all here—just pay attentionAttention deficit disorder;My auntie a hoarder but I'm borderline everything:You feelin me? Scary Monsters, and… In silent desperation Waiting for a cause To the effect of your reflection Pretty is, is pretty does Nothing breaks like a heart, and This is the heartland Careful where you tread Every corner has a landmine Surpassing hunger's grip There are monsters in your midsts Awakened demons in the Light and darkness calmly came upon us Resting is the wicked But my blindness is in hoping Certainty was lovely But I had to move away Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My wishlist is full of Equipment I need, To complete me: I need me to make me a star, but only so I can afford to go far And be single; Go tell Kris Kringle He missed me-- I don't have a chimney; but I have a fire Inside My Heart. (Well, I guess it's a start--) Nevermind, Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My tree is at Mildred E. Mathias Gardens, so Pardon my lack of decor, It's horrible, send me an angel For the top of my tree cause thee last Starr I had broke The spirit of Christmas-- (And half of my face, so) Half of me is so displaced, And, the other half's floating in space Somewhere, and... I miss my son Bearr, but I can't be there-- It's unfair how Awareness is blinding me barren I'd fly through Mcarren today if I could, I would. I would. I would. ...just to say Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. I saw myself skateboarding Through all the hallways, here Wearing a Santa Suit Handing out Kandi's And blasting my favorite DJs; The music of Music producers who made me… It's crazy, but lately I'm fasting & praying-- Pretending i'd be there with Bells on in Texas-- I miss my Lexus, but I'll drive this Pontiac, back to my boy; That's my Ode De Joy, Merry Christmas. (I'm Sorry that I had to miss this, dismiss this intention I set, miss my favorite set-- (1, 2, 3 times, a charm) I'll just tattoo my arm Lost the bet, but I can't lose this job; I was robbed of my Christmas, cause Corporate owns me-- I'm ever so lonely O Holy Night, I mean Oh, Holy shit: You're right-- I forgot To name all the Monsters and Sprites Despite all my tries, No surprise-- It's the light in my eyes Dying on this Christmas Night Turn Off The Lights I'll Miss Lights All Night Merry Christmas. Unfortunately, my Time isn't mine these double-pay days aren't worth all i'm losing but I'm losing my, losing my Mind And my youth to the fact That if I don't come back I'll fade Back To Black At the end of the act and I won't have a job, so I don't know, I guess this is my Merry Christmas. Chopstixx And this is me Eating with chopsticks, with two hands So hungry So empty Waiting for someone to love me. Screens ...and I can't see the world you live in Silver screens and digital, digital scenes So serene, the sea I swim in; See the natural world. With Light & Love There is light, shine it You are love, define it 333 The world is waking up (The world is waking up) But I was just asleep (I was asleep/I was asleep) If the world was just a dream (If life is but a dream) Then this is reality. Death Wish I live in this place, that I hate Blank slate, and slated; contemplated suicide, once or twice but not now not now— I just have a death wish. All my past selves are colliding; I've been inviting the chaos, and wondering why, why, why I must live inside of a digital box Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder who myself is— Maybe it's selfish, but I have a death wish I live in this space, I've created I cannot hate it, it's comfortable, peaceful, relaxed and though i've been abandoned by man, I just dance, I don't wanna hold hands right now, right now Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder How could I How could I How could I Be myself. Spider Bites Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites It's right outside my window paneAnd the pain I have insideCombination of guilt and prideI can't hide in this placeI almost died in this place Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Songs in my head that I can't writeWrongs I can't rightMy clothes are too tight,I just mightI just mightDie in this place Face it, look at this faceDisfigured and fakeDarkened and sunbakedDisgraceful, I hate itAnd maybe I waited too longThought I was just being strong Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Sleeping In Spider Bites 1:15 AM Little lonely planetSpinning on my axisI don't need my glassesTo feelLittle lonely ladyMisses little babyAttracted to you latelyToo realI'm sorry, it's been cloudyThis can't be about meIn a crowd you can't seeMy faceStanding in a cornerFighting for my honorNo this isn't reallyMy placeI'm a space cadetSucked in a vacuumAnd I'm losing itThought I could find youThe stars look so marvelousI never thought it could beI guess it wasn't meantFor me Nobody's Type Everybody got preferences, Don't need to be checking my references You say that I'm hella exotic I say that your energy's toxic Bad mind be robotic I'm not sick—I'm not shit It's obvious: you're oblivious And she's envious of my (shhhh) Why? Trust Fall Trust the process, don't let go. Synesthesia Sensory overload I saw the sun explode I know I've been exposed To those (x3) echoes Runner Twin (True Flame) Shh. Don't speak, Just feel—it's real. I love you. Yellow. I sense that it's mellow... And running away—it's ok— I'm insane & slightly deranged... But I love you; If that's not true, I don't know what is—cause I know what love is. Please forgive me for my sins— My subconscious wins me over, And over and over, overthinking unclearly too wearily depresses my synthesis...this unlimited energy is consumed in rage and hatred, self pity and witty phenomena nobody can seem to explain—what's wrong with my brain, to be this way? What's wrong with my eyes, to see this way? I see the world changing a different way—less humanity, more insanity—like me, but more of a calamity; a catastrophe, actually. But, I love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love. 48 Days Later Desperate? That's how it gets It's been about 48 days of this shit I'm crazed for this shit Been dazed. Extra? You betcha. I'm not trying to hear it Not trying to go near it I stay clear of it SHUT THE FUCK UP. I need peace And then you woke me up My life was in pieces And you're having fun? Dissecting me at intersections Sending me in opposite directions Wasting my energy Wasting the synergy that could be If you would be Listening to me as much as I HEAR YOU. Stay clear of me, I don't want you near me Do you hear me? I need to be satisfied Not made to cry Or made to think I should shut up and die (By the way, I hate black guys.) So fire away. Hands Sign language The new divine language This anguish is vacant; Apologies, this isn't me. I'm squinting, trying to see The light? It's bright. “Silence so I see...” I smile pleasantly At me I Live Here I live here 15 more days I'm not paying your way Cute trick, but okay This is lame ... I live here; I heard all your lies, By passing the time— I'm just a passerby But I try...not to cry. It's a synthesis... I meant this shit. 3 Times Is A Charm I hate goodbyes Cause you never said it I hate replies Cause you never sent it I hate good highs, I'll admit it; Cause I know what's below 3 times, and you know— Something bad's coming. I'm Dun Been abandoned about 100 times Not gonna take it at another person's pace I'm not running in someone else's race This is my place This is my new place Haste makes waste; Now I'm done for. Cryy Just another ghost I ain't gonna cry about it I'm not gonna boast I'm not gonna cry about it (Pshhh. Burnt toast) I ain't gonna lie about it Almost Not even gonna try about it So close I ain't gonna cry about it I ain't gonna cry about it Patience. Alaska 8, LA -3 Not smart enough? That's tough. Not brave enough? That's ruff Got fat on ya? That's fluff— Enough stuff—have a puff. Must Be ADD Must be hard to be Jon Must be hard to have 9 TVs on Must be hard to be hard Must be hard to fuck blondes Must be hard to go on-and-on... Must be. On Me Wear my heart on my sleeve; If you died I would grieve you I didn't believe you There were two blue planets Dammit— Thought I had you at “Are you okay?” But it's just me. So, sorry… it must be hard Being on guard all the time Don't know what your life is like Won't try to guess I'm just obsessed because you're blessed if this a test I know I failed. And if I was you— I prolly woulda bailed On me. So-So Sorry sorry, I worry-worry No one will love me Like I love the world. And I do know you— But I do owe you an apology... Technology...is too much for me Wiki is the key, and I won't look 3 times. You know who you are; You set the bar too high. Now it's too late Another obsession— I'm just a mental case. Sorry honey. You looked at me funny... And I fell apart. That was the start Of another broken heart Priest Not suicidal Fuck an idol Music is like my bible I'm liable to read it to you, Judas. Alaska's On Fire Smoke & Rain Purple mountains Burning fire Red sun Lights & lazers Celebration Never ending Have fun Goodbye, I Love You Twisted state of consciousness This world is in Chaos I lost you at “hello.” Hey Mr. Mojo Risin There's smoke on the horizon For miles...tired eyes don't lie; Look at the sky— Wondering ‘why' I Do This is what love is at a distance Had you and then gone in an instant Now you're just one of my wishes upon a flower Danced into the midnight hour Wondered why I turn a shade of blue Brighter than the planet that I knew I love you— From a distance. I'm sorry that I missed this chance. Just let me have final dance. I know the moments passed, true... Want to think I know you like I do. “I Fell ” Throwing elbows Who the hell knows How many times I've been hit How many times I've been choked Exploded and exposed to the officers, the Lucifer I married first And what's worse is I kept my mouth shut, even after he split it open— I was hopin he'd at least open his heart Instead he departed the apartment Started Making threats about all his regrets, Left a mess and tested me with suicidal tendencies— Almost beat me dead and instead of feeling anything I said? He ran off. Left me with scars on my head— Blood on the walls, and the bed Red Lips Always Lie; You know why? I had two babies cryin' And he's flyin down the highway Tryin to meet with a “friend” Only told two people then, Lied to the rest of the world: Was Peggy's best girl Till he literally rocked my world. I said “oh, I hurt my face doing push ups” but I couldn't look up for a week, couldn't talk through my teeth, couldn't eat couldn't sleep— Lost my power, got weak And I think to myself “Why did I ever go back?” Lacked the confidence to leave— But now my heart's on my sleeve, And my sleeves are uneven, Cause I'm still grievin Might have still had two sons If I had just packed up And run away. Instead, I'm alone today. You predator, I'm the prey... But I still pray for you. Hunger Within ‘What are you hungry for?' Always wanting more One's not enough— But two is too many. Is anything worth remembering? Rainbows round the sun; Halos round the moon “I didn't see anything... I didn't hear shit.” Maybe you were too lit— Maybe it was legit magic I thought it was fantastic, either way I only wanted you to play With me Stay With me Dance With me—mama Mia— I see everything History Mystery... Destroying “me” The longest ego death that ever was, “Never was.” “...fuck it.” I wish To dismiss Your sweet kiss on my lips Fuck it. Fuck it. When life gives you golf balls, you learn to drive— And you learn to thrive taking care of people too fucked up to take care of themselves. Top shelf liquor, top shelf buds Everyone uses something Everybody uses somebody Being Aliocha What does that mean? I'm hearing things, it seems Electricity, energy My family and friends taunting me Codeswitch How do You go, from ‘me—to you Did what you had to do Did what you wanted to: You're you. Seems like codeswitching Is bitching at people While listening to people Complain Seems like somebody is trying to get me a label of being insane Seems like somebody is making me crazy on purpose to play with my brain Seems like I'm just watching shadows and ghosts listening, whispering my name Motion, Words & Wisdom Part paranoia— And part defense system Am I just sick? Or am I a victim. You're speaking when you're speaking You stop thinking when I'm thinking Meanwhile I keep repeating— Motions, words—wisdom. Deja Friendly faces Looking in my eyes— Telling me something; yet saying another. “What?”, I ask. He answers “I'm here” I'm hearing his voice... On his presence I ponder. I wonder how much is true: ‘Who made who?' It's Deja Vu—I cant help it. Obsession is insanity, I felt it—I still do It's still you—I love you It's fucked up, I miss you; Goodbye then...I'll say it no issue. 16 Clubhouse Avenue I'm in the chamber of love The chamber of love Looked up and and I saw you I feel you just above ground And I'm calling you down, down You're the one I'm thinking of Seagulls and doves Hand in the sand and i draw you If I step into the sea I would probably drown, drown Swaying in the sound of deafness Can't you see that I'm so reckless Keep me waiting leave me breathless And I'm dancing to the sound of my heartbeat The sound of your heartbeat Melting away in the body heat Keeping the Rhythm with my feet (With harmony) Dancing to the sound of our heartbeat Living on love street Babe I can't wait till we next meet Keeping the rhythm with my feet Turned the page, I thought the show was done I was only trying to have some fun Lo$t This is not the place for you Turn away There is something better You are so alone in this world We are not your friends here Look at how you've grown This is now, and the times have changed you You will not be safe. . . Go collect your thoughts You're a ghost Look at what you wasted Dancing by yourself The world has eaten all your trust The embodiment of emptiness And empathy, at best Finally flew the coop And then retreated to your nest Go get some rest, bird Be seen and not heard This world is absurd Take away the night Take away the light Baby, I saw you take flight Feeling like something's not right... Fighting with all of your might Turn up the lights Feeling like somethings not right You're not out of mind, but I beg you to get out of sight You're blind tonight You're too precious for this restlessness No freedom on the guest list, this Is one of life's great lessons: Go home early, count your blessings Exxchange I swing like a Pendulum, pendulum, pendulum My mind is on the run Swing like a pendulum, pendulum, pendulum I'm in a party of one Be And if you love something, Let it go And if you lose someone Let them free That's all you'll ever be (is love) That's all you'll be You'll be Bass Canyon 2k19 Refrain? You're insane We had this conversation on the plane Ignoring all the pain inside You watched me walk away I'm afraid you got paid And in the end that it was made To make me kill myself again This is the world that I live in This is my universe (You said it was ours) This is my universe (I watched you for hours) This is my universe (I sent you pretty flowers) No you didn't Watched you spin it I was crying every minute Saw your heart and I was in it Played your part because you been it Can't connect you to [bleeped] J** S***** But I really can't admit it You're a secret You're a savior You're my planet You're my flavor Honey, do yourself a favor And just tell me what you savor You're a genius You're a vibe I'm just glad that you're alive If you won't let me join your tribe? I guess I'll have to build my hive Queen Bee LSD Made me who I'm ‘sposed to be Haven't even dosed you see: I don't need no ecstasy I haven't been smoking weed But sometimes that's the thing I need You planted all of satans seed The world I see is full of greed Changed my body Cause you put your Hands between my thighs And you were sposed to be my guy I think about you all the time And you know why Secret passwords and some rules I can apply When I walked by the place It's no mistake I peeked in through your eye The West Wing Take someone suicidal, Put them in a box Take away the freedom Take away the sun Laugh because they're hurting Learn to roll your eyes Keep them even longer When they call out all your lies Joyful, joyful I cannot trust No one's loyal Attitude adjustment I was spoiled rotten with Candy and soda But that causes everything, everything to start over Pick your poison Prescription or addiction Look to the horizon Never see the sun Venice Venture I loved you the moment I saw you; With wonder I finally saw you— Where is your soul? I wanted to hold you, I wanted to keep you whole Jumped into a hole and thought of you Jumped into a hole, and— I saw there were two I wanted to fill it... But wanted to feel you, too. Pod Of magic and memories Wonder and light Have you picked all your pennies Washed all your stones Counted your blessings Rested your bones? God rest your soul Praise The Skyy I missed work, But I found the rainbow I found myself But I dropped my halo I don't know about tomorrow But my futures so bright, I— Might just be the light, I— Might just see the sun-light Through the cloudy days Amazing, Praise the sky Origins When we were the ocean (echo) Before Father Time Remembrance of the divine It just was Nothing and everything Happened at once Just because It was all just an accident The happiest accident The world We were We are We are still here I am You are. We are still here. You Are What You Wiah Be careful what you wish for All of them come true Be careful what you wish for Nothing is ever untrue If it's there In your heart—in your soul In the place that dreams are made In the place that you were born from Your spirit speaks, So listen: Do not let go of what you know You have always known it Wishes Wishes Wishes are your truth Be careful what you wish for Your wishes become you. AlllStaR We're not finished yet, Chuck Taylor The journey hadn't ended— You've been on this expedition— And we've walked for miles and miles We have danced below the sunlight Even glided with the moon, right in the Heart and in the eye Of something-city. It never really mattered, being pretty Till it hit me: I could prob'ly buy the world, if I were free. Back to Abbot Kinney There is something we forgot The plot thickens like my waistline— All the sugar they refine, a goldmine Rotting minds and taking time away— Life away—if sad you eat, then sad you'll stay; Don't say it, today is just you cheating on yourself Your shelf life's not as long as your lifeline— Each palm a psalm, To each his own To teach, to own It's a lonely, road But if only, only... (From Holes) ‘If only, if only the woodpecker sigh... The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies... As [the] wolf waits below, both hungry and lonely—he cries to the moon ‘if only, if only' All is Well We don't need another song about... Because they're all about... And all my songs are about... Left it open, But it slammed behind me And I loved the sound Because it was meant to be Left it cracked, Like the egg that I am And I am in my own shell All is well All is well Butterflyy I am beside myself I am inside myself Abiding by rules I might have made Siiickness Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? ... R3AL What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? SUPA And You can't wear your heart on your sleeve With an S on your Chest But you have to believe You can do it Western Lights Diffractions in traffic Aurora Borealis Love The World Hate my job Hate my face Hate my life Hate this place Love the world Hate my life Hate my hair Hate my thighs Love is there Love the world Believe in Everything, have something To wake up for Believe in Everything, it's only Time to go When you say so, so Love the world Heart—Sleeve Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you More and more Don't Go Like the sunlight reflects off the snow I just hope that you know That I love you Don't go I love you— Don't go I love you— You know And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Wannabee i wanna be alone i wanna be alone i wanna be alone Don't wanna be lonely Need someone to hold me I only need one But since there's no one... Stare into the sun I just wannabe— Wanna be Wanna be Wanna be (Wanna be?) Done One Just one me Just one world Just one tree; Just one girl M&C Misery loves company Misery loves company Misery loves company And misery is company— You're losin' me. Planets And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Noontime Take me to the Grammys I wanna meet the family I'm tryna keep it classy But the world is pretty trashy My license is a class C I'm average as I can be I want the presidency, so Somebody educate me Back To, Unh I'm late for my train Plain Jane, plain insane Look up, I see a plane I eat weight and then I gain it Clarissa, I can't explain it I wax it and then I wane it Phone Home like I'm Little Wayne, bitch I say ‘bitch' but then I hate it I hate bread but then I ate it I love cheese and so I grate it I love food and so I plate it Love DRuGs I love getting faded But lately the world is jaded So (Sung, nah-nah) I stay sober—found a four leaf clover Frozen in October Alaska getting colder When they say it's over, I linger, Get closer I need more exposure Cause I am getting older This instagram is closure No selfies and no posers Close your—mouth please Lose your spouse please Because he took your house keys (Choking sounds, gasping for air) I need fucking therapy— A doctor who won't lock me up A friend who won't block me out for keeping up with my fitness Do you get this? No. You don't know. Nobody really understands my self destruction plan But I don't really ‘need' a man, Because I wrote “I am” And, “And.” And—this is my Land ‘This is our world This is our sand' (box) Thinking about getting dread Locks I don't need headphones I need Aux— ‘I want to hold your hand' Awwwwsss— Walks on the beach I am a beached whale I am a teacher I'm gonna set sail Build me a church and steeple and steal from the people So tax free so evil Evil knieval midevil Shirts I was trippin on shirts Avoiding them flirts, the worst Laying me down in a hearse I never rehearse Live my whole life in reverse— I'm Benjamin button It hurts-hurts The world is George Lucas's first, Work From something to nothin, It works, church From First and to Last Every verse, verse Somebody come help break this Curse curse Demons in my universe—verse Remember you asked who came first—first (Two times?) ...it was the egg. Go break a leg. I don't have to beg I'm going to Vegas. Bitch I'm gonna be famous Bitch I'm already A-List Bitch I'm friends with the greatest Sun and the Moon and the stars were my latest design ‘Bitch you look fine' I promise, I'm not Promises, promises Thought I forgot ©racked Hacked Maybe because I'm black Maybe because they thought I'd attack Maybe cause I'm stacked with knowledge—I acknowledge I wanna go back to college to polish it I don't know what to call this shit; Trying to be an activist but I legit don't have the time or a spare fucking dime Bus lines wasting my time Wrote the bus song on my own vibe I don't write songs all of the time, But when I do, I use blue and my ‘Do' frame of miiind. Gotta find the right sound pack Gotta get a new backpack Gotta be myself, that's whack I can't go back I can't take that Can't fake facts: I've been hacked For no reason, that's stupid I left right on time Apple reads minds now, Google makes plans now I hope google plans how to explain how they made me insane picking at my brain— Need my phone to get by, Need my GPS or I digress, I'll leave my fucking phone at home— Cause I can find north, of course—- West is the beach and this beached whale sprouted legs and they can Walk for miles and miles It might be awhile to apply my airline miles, But I got different styles or writing I'm sick of fighting with myself— Pull the trigger already “No, you've already written too much about such and such, so—that would expose those who only hope you turn up your nose and, put a gun down your throat” Oh. Started working on my suicide note, And I wrote about how, now, I can't even go around without the sound of the 3 people dragging me down in my stupid Little Head. Nam Dama Mi That's an inner thought: Keep it to yourself Put it on the shelf, You're a mad man Do you remember me? I am the stars you see And the answer that you seek, Is the blinding light. Fight the tide, You're hiding— Wasting the days Resting Rest In Peace to the Rest of them, Following everyone's footsteps They're practically sheep, but You keep keeping up with them Friends? If only, if only. Depends on If you're feeling lonely, I guess. Do you remember yourself? She was healthy Do you remember her death? Falling victim to captive Both weakened and wealthy Was he, who Could see you Practically couldn't believe you Who was that? Inherited panic attacks from your past— Life goes on. Dos Mi like Viven LA or en Vegas? Dos You a writer or you tryna do this music? Dos Feel like eating pizza, chocolate, tacos mames? Dos Is dat hoe in buena o es muchas mala? Dos Laundromat Undercover 88 Crown Vic Victory is mine History is mine Hollywood bungalow Yucca & Vine Fine line between champagne & wine White lie When I say “I'm fine” Fine dining, I have no spine Calling the bank cause my card was Declined Ladder I climb I'm falling behind The children born after me Never you mind It's such a catastrophe Body & Mind Listen to Skrillex to help me unwind I need my glasses, Please help me find them I cannot see you— I'm Daphne I'm blind *gasp* “Are you okay?!” No—not today I fast and I pray that you won't go away I fast and I pray cause I need you to stay Good-hey, good, I need you to play My favorite songs when I go to the rave My favorite favorite favorite place One day they'll probably send me to space Because I belong to an alien race Cree-Cree phone home... I hate my phone I hate the phony Instagram hoes I hate my body Wanna go home Death is a freedom When we all fall asleep, Where do we roam? Noam Chomsky Write me a poem Cute pomsky— Wish I could show em. Dog show in dogtown You know what's up The tide is down I said surf's up If up is down Enough's enough I'll prob'ly drown Out Sounds How Now Brown Cow Tell Father Time That time is now There is no past There is no “how” There is no “try” There's only “do” There is no “I” There is no “you” The universe is 2+2 It all adds up It's all in view You know what's up And I do too For you are I, and I am you Absolutely: whooo are you? I am, he is, You are, he is, You are I am We are I am They are I am Me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Sunny, sunny days Happy birthdays 60 earth days, or so I've been crazy, so... Here it goes. I chose you, And I don't suppose you know Cause I don't know you— Don't owe you an apology, But apologies, please accept these Tokens of appreciation For all the elation, and sensations I'm so sorry. The complexity of energy astounds me— Came around on day 2 of EDC just to see you, And I missed it. Lost it cause I lost track of time trying to find the reason why a certain guy wouldn't leave my side— And that's fine; he has a nice vibe But I've a one-track mind for your type of guy I'm kind of blind, but I can read between the lines— Every other song was a sign That you could be my guide; Already supplied me with doses of medication; alien communication I thought—not really, you're just really good at being smart So... Thank you I'm sorry I love you I miss you I was misused and abused, which confused me...like I said, sincerely— I'm sorry, Sonny. Sorry, sorry. You might find it funny, but nobody loves me the way I love music. I'm too sick to cope, And I hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. Cause now I just can't get it off my mind—didn't mind whoever's hands between my thighs— The vibe attracted me. Disastrously drunk, perhaps, But I collapsed at the showers— Waited in line bout an hour hearing “Skrillex-skrillex-skrillex” Nose to the ground, constantly looking around, thinking: “Well they couldn't be talking about me...” Because you wouldn't be thinking about me— I've had dogs barking at me for weeks, i think, so— Please excuse me when I say I'm crazy for you. Don't have a clue about your personal life— But a guy with a wife is off limits. I don't have a clue, true. You could be anything. Wikipedia would know, but I won't go there— And I wouldn't go over the rail for the purple water bottle— Went full-throttle on no-energy... What can I say? Sorry again. Sorry my life depends on your music—I can't mend your heart or recommend a friend—just another loose-end to this never ending story. I don't know who you are, And you might know who I am— Thought I saw you dancing as I laid down—thought I was making your face out... Thought I could be your predecessor, but really I'm just a word processor and don't possess any talent—granted, I've taken for granted and taken advantage of too much time Undressed you with my eyes the first time I saw you spinnin—I'm just living life in my own skin, and I've never been “the chosen one” Which is why I run away so fast... When things are too good to be true, I remember all my shades of blue I thought maybe you knew about the two planets. I thought maybe that this was your blanket. I thought maybe that sweater was a letterman's jacket To whatever team you're on— But that super hot blonde with the best outfit on... Seemed your type. When I'm right, I'm right. And when I'm wrong, I'm wrong. And it's always Sunny in Philadelphia... But it's always Sonny on iTunes And always Skrillex on Spotify Mr. Mojo didn't die, He lives inside our hearts. You started it. I wanted it too badly. Ray bands and your hands under my covers... We could be lovers In a perfect world. Thank you for the music. I'm listening. Anna The prettiest girl in the world came to me and she said “I wanna look like you.” And I could not believe her, Let my energy deceive her Cause I, cause I Wanted to look like her more. She said “ohh, I want hair like that” And I watched her stare, like that Thing on my head was a Bright shooting star; haily's comet I'd not let myself believe it Cause I wanted to look like her, more. Anna, you perfect thing Anna, the prettiest girl that I've ever seen Anna, please don't— Close those pretty brown eyes, Your manna. Anna, you're what's the matter with me Can't you see? I wanna look just like you. Intense (Like Camping) Moon shaped eyes Shadowcast lies She silently cries As her memory dies Erase it away Just live for today Don't cry Just learn to lie better You know you're better off When you're off on your own There's nobody there, you're just dreaming It's not really cold, you're just sleeping— It never happened, you're dying inside, Keeping a secret, holding your pride back tonight second guessing your eyes— It's no surprise Slept until sunrise. Just Know Wherever you are in the world Whatever you do with your life Whoever you take as your wife Know that I love you I'm sending you wishes of love Protections from heavens above I am the owl and the dove So just know that I love you It's too much It's too soon Saw your face Met my doom I've been pacing in my room Know that I Know that I— — cannot hear your name again The world that I've been living in Is filled with taunting, torturous And ridiculing, I cant stand it, I— Stand it, I— Never had to clutch a pillow admire weeping willows; Just know. Tears will never ever tell your secrets I told you it was sacred, I would keep it; Just know. Can't reach out Drowning in sorrow and self doubt Would hate to Be left on The list of millions Hoping they can have you So I don't hope I'm holding onto rope Unwrap the heartstring Hope it's long enough To tie onto the chandelier You've seen me so much this year I'm hanging myself, hanging on Hanging on To you… So just know that I love you. In Hate [With Myself] Fat is ugly As I am As I am Black is ugly As I am As I am Would I believe in myself If I had beauty? Would I believe in myself If I was happy? Would I believe in myself Maybe, not likely I just want to die in peace At peace With peace Just as much as I have Love To give Forgive, me, Love For I am in Hate with myself Hate myself I'm in hate with myself Maybe too late for myself Maybe too late for myself Hate is ugly As I am As I am Fear is ugly As I am As I am Life is ugly As I am Thank You, You're Beautiful I Hate The ugly I see When I look in the mirror, But Thank you Because you Are beautiful. I Hate The sound Of My voice When I'm singing Over the radio But thank you Because you are Beautiful Something inside me Is fighting The blinding Light I so wish I was whole I'm the whole world I'm told to stay positive But I am positive Someone wants me Dead within the decade Mother Earth I am unpredictable Superstitious Unreliable Be my witness I'm not Rick I'm toxic I'm nauseous And conscious CAKE Any food is food, to a man who's holding hunger; Hunger's only boredom to the man who carries stress; Freedom is the wish of every man who works for wishes— Woman carries manhood in the pockets of her dress. Smog Check Back to blue skies Under clouds of waste That we can't see But we created All the world is somewhat jaded So get faded— wade in the wata; Pollution is notta problem When you got a lot of em When you got a lot of em Life is everlasting Blur (Lifeless En Motion) To be lifeless in motion; A cascading glimpse At the thought of emotion Miss me by inches No wish of devotion. Sifting so silently; Lifeless In motion. Judgement Day My body was a trial Crazy, Stupid, Hungry, Tired It hurts so bad You're on the road And I'm alone I just stuff my fat face with Anything that might Make me feel loved Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED Of living this lie So I wish I would die In my sleep But I keep on repeating This cycle It's sweeping my mind I find it hard to believe If I meet you again In your eyes and you'd smile I smile for your voice and Yes I'll always love you Shame on me Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm On my last lifetime Home Is Where The Art Is I have panic attacks on the bus every morning— Google maps throwing me off and often, losing my mind trying to find where I'm going; There's no place like roaming There's no place like home I have heart attacks leaving the conference room, coffee stand— Hand-in-Hand with the grand that's Bi-weekly directly deposited, hoping— There's no place for coping There's no place like home I wander by walls wearing eyes, making footsteps Unlikely I'm leading the blind, all behind me I'm finding the line is too fine to determine My side Side-by-side mirror images, Interesting concept: “Conception at birth” How abstract, subtracting Distractions, passing concessions & sundries covering all my expressions Of joy Enjoying Chos in color Home is where the art is. Bouts of insomnia, Battling bullet wounds; Inspiration's a gift of disaster— But soon, knives forks and spoons, A lamp for my room, and a broom, too; Home is where the art is. I'm in the cocoon, for now— Still learning how to be beautiful, Creating a canvas on my back, seeing— Everything, everyday. On my way On my way On my way to being Home. Fr33 Just the idea of being free Makes me in love with me Catch The Sun When we all fall asleep And the sun drifts away Some people stay up To Make up Theworld of next day There is no ‘tomorrow' So follow yourself Swallow it whole, The World: You are the whole Thing. Open your eyes-- All of them. Brownies & Lemonade I see lemonade everywhere But where are the brownies (Am I the brownie?) On my honor, I-- Will do. Nike shoes, maybe in a shade of blue I'm myself, because of U Saw through new eyes, today Something I never saw, at all And I fall in love With love With love-- With Love WIth U (Remember Me?) Whose Moon Is It, Anyway? All the bad vibes are alive on this moonlight night At least this is my last, last life BLU World I have been lost in a world of blue, wishing to share the world with you. Watch it turn from blue— to brown— to blue Drowned in the future Doubt there's a future Now is the future, they say They're watching you throw it away. HOWSLAW Superstitions coming true Tripped over a bag— I just wanted a flag or a backpack I went back for you [For] Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Justice Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Life Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Lost and Forgotten Spirits Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for You my love I am truth, I am light I am freedom in the night I am watching demons fight (In the night, they take flight) There's a spirit in my (Spirit in my) head and I can Hear it, In my bed the recollection of a voice I truly love Fasting and praying and fasting and praying and fasting and praying and…. Forgive me. Sunny Sunday I sent some love your way In my own world I can stay Hidden, Kept secret Give Victoria the secret, You may wonder if she'll keep it the devil gave her all the weapons to be cloaked in all the beauty of a body fit for lingerie angels never go away demons dance and play and wait for you to make mistakes Sheep adorned with lace perfect body, perfect face make Charisma avoid Karma and put Pleasure in her place. Find your place and keep it Lock away your secrets You may not believe it, but: The only world is you Sunny Sundays Crashing waves to the west And I wish you the best I just wish you the best A.D.D.E.R.A.L.L. And they won't give me Adderall Cause then I would rule the world Then I could rule the world ‘Who does this girl think she is, caring?' They won't give me things that would help me to mend the world Cause that would mean theirs is ending Fiends can't be friends and reflections, expectations of men in the eye of the beholding blind, leading wild, tides—moonlight fight with the demons he sent in the night, You're right: Stay in tonight. And they won't give her adderall because they know that she would fall in love with herself “Just kill yourself.” She came back to haunt herself— wanted off this planet, poisonous planet you poisoned humanity (poisoning, poisoning) Any Moore I don't wanna be me, anymore I just missed my chance to be free because ugly is wearing your face out Half of the time, I just space out Cadet Kelly, hellishly envious Losing respect, losing time— I need more. MaybEmpathy Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. FAT Eat-a bowl -a Granola Better than a coca-cola That's ebola no hola Get fatter than my areola Bird's (The) Word Wha-da-da-dup? I mean, “surf's up!” I mean Red Cup I mean, ‘All The Way Up' SIKE. What in the fuck do I look Like Not like a balla not like Mike; Psyc evaltuation Nation is evil Doesn't want people Equal--(equal) Has less calories But salaries at companies can't cover these Insurance fees and premiums Spotify can read my mind, As if it was a medium Shirt size fluctuate From XS to Medium XS was super dumb Maybe they remember us: Two big ass bitches In 3x mini Dresses Dressed to impress the emporer: ‘Impalas Only!' Gazelles for the lonely guys-- No surprise there: Thunder Thighs weren't in season The reason we couldn't get past red velvet lines Cause we like red velvet cake No mistakes made ‘Make way--comin thru!' Best friend pushed us through To see You (You, You, You (All I ask of you, sampled) BOO-WHO I think you're a ghost I think i'm an owl I love you the most An alien hosted Me SupaCree Supecedes--super seeds Everything Everything's everything Bring Me backstage In the age of backpage I hit the backspace Space cadet No Regrets Just regurts Regurgitate Yogurt-- Kiefer after reefer Refferal this squirrel To talk therapy, apparently Body dysmorphia got to me Honestly, I just need surgery. Everything's sugary Food isn't real to me Doesn't appeal to me Banana peel to me Slip-and-fall Monkey-see-monkey-do- Anything chunky-too-funky I can't wear anything I heartraves puts out; I'm not a circus ring Sometimes I feel like Penelope Elephante, Killa remembering All the things I would sing I would ring bells Drinking Sunny-D Juice-- Chance had the answer my favorite rapper, Had to be, probably Drake is an actor. Study the past for future prediction, I never fit in I never fit in Tripp pants before, But I can't afford them anyway. Anyway, What did you say, In that song? Man, it's been a long time Since ‘09 07 was heaven-- Last time I was president LDS resident Someone was heaven sent [sample: Christmas Present, The Rocket Summer] Going on tour and shit I'm starting to resent Everything too recent I'm on decline, descent Disintegrated and separated Soul from my Spirit. Do you hear it? It's me. August 4th, 1985 Stop. Wait Don't look back. Just. Disappear; You're not here, ghost and I'm sorry, I love you But thank you for making me Open my Open my Eyes (...) White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy I. Just. Can't look back. You. Reappeared. Got my own fanny pack. Don't mean to boast, but-- I kept your diplomacy Thank you for making me hate coke and ecstasy Open my Open my Eye, please. Fasting & Praying [working title] Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying for Me to Finally be free White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy [Waltz Love] Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? … And...I'm In… Love with another ghost (with another ghost) I'm in love with The world but The world is Running out of (running out of) Running out of Love Maybe i'm selfless— If I have a death wish… No; I'm just an artist, i'm starving Alarmingly me. -SunnÏ Blū/Novä Raïnn/SupaCrēē More I don't wanna be me anymore I can't live in this life, can't afford myself I just don't want to But i'm going to have to collect All the pieces This is too much, I can't be such-and-such or-so-and-so and so I cry I don't lie down, once i'm up, but my coffee cup's been corrupted I just don't feel it any more more More? I don't wanna be me, anymore I'm so tired of her, tired of hurting tired, and worthless what's a mistake worth? Losing your earnings and earrings on dance floors. “You're so gorgeous.” No, not anymore. More often then not, I'm the pot calling the kettle black Actors attract with charisma, I can't, but— I give love Love— Just take it, I'll make more more More. 823 Bait and switch Magic happened Hold me captive, captain Hollering at Jolly Roger I feel just like Mr. Rodgers This is not my neighborhood I'm good, when I'm good But I haven't been good In about eighty three days It's been crazy, but Daisy, I'm driving you— miss me. Misty eyes, every night no surprise, there an interesting pair, are we— Are we? Absolutely. I live in certainty This is our universe We are exactly as, we're supposed to be. Are we? Can't believe it's been eighty three. Have you forgotten me? Possibly, not likely I think you just might be scared? afraid? I think you're not ready keeping your eye on me watch the way you think Black—and blue—and pink Overthink, think, overthink Eighty three Work 8 to 3, release Please, I need to leave an hour early How can this be? I looked in your eyes with anxiety What could you want from me? Why Why do I love you so? So, so much love— Why? Why do I love you so much, love? This is a ‘look-but-don't-touch' love A ‘never-you-mind' ‘such-and-such' love. Why won't you tell me goodbye, love? Pick up the phone just to try, love? The tension is making me cry, love... You know I just want to get high, love. Why? Why am I like this? Why can't I fight this? I wanted to try this, to see what it's like— I don't like it. I don't like it at all I'm beginning...beginning to fall, Back in love, love—why? This is above love. Why, love— Why do I love you so much? MoonSun And Ooh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- I know you miss me, Like I miss you but Ohh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- THere's no tellin Nothing that I wouldn't do for you But you don't need me, like I need you Elohim You are so Perfect Sparkling eyes Silouhette Smile So Wonderful Your voice could carry me miles And I'd Follow you Follow you Into the blue world You are so Beautiful Practically perfect in every way Pratically perfect, that's all I can say-- Practically perfect; and thank you for making my Day today I wish you everything I wish you peace I wish you joy and love I hope you keep it Please don't remember me I am only a ghost--but-- What you are to me Is so sweet Have this: keep t Here, I hve this…. Secret. (Whispered: I love you.) You are so You are so You are so You are so Lovely, love I'm not in love, but-- Love, I-- Love you {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so— Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth One day Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me, too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. Cross my heartHope to dieWish I never seen your eyesI'm emptyDidn't see a thingI just heard a ringing in my earsI heard you thought I wanted diamond ringsNahI'm just singing these songs you wrote to myselfI just put your name in the book on my shelf, titled“Things I'll get to later.”And I will,I have Will powerAnd you have Will I Am's number on standby LOL (Skrill-I-Am--who said that???)And I'll probably fly standby next time I fly...Because...yes, I was looking right at you—Write about it? I have to;I'm half blue—and the music in my queue is half you,So what am I supposed to do—?Just not?What am I supposed to say? I said“Stop. Get out of my head.”Perhaps if I had a bed, I'd let you in itCause you've been in my head, already—there's no closer than thatAnd I can't hide from the shadows you cast on the inside of my eyelids anymore than I can the darkness of my skin, or the coldness of my spirit;My heart is just as warm as ever, though—and you can hear it...Sunken, syncing to the rhythms of any beat loud enough to rock it out of the lucid dream I fell intoWeeks ago,Weeks before I saw your eyes,weeks before I heard the lies that I could be,Would beWas chosen—But I won't be, that's not my place in this world; my place is to see you and wonder, and watch, and wait—And listen to the words nobody else can hear,When your music speaks.Maybe “I see you” was accurate—Maybe “I hear you “is all that's leftMaybe “I feel you” about sums it up. But “I love you.” Is what I would say, And you? Never.Because we don't know each other,We're just in the same places a lot;And most of those places are just,Extended parking lots where old would gather in the twisted moonlight...And the moonlight...That was the other thing I saw.Until next time. Got me stress eatingIn-n-out of meetings all dayIn-n-out sounds okay“No, you're out.”Sounds okayOkay—Are you ok?Not like Annie—I mean, you can be—But that's not really my thing;Quick fling for some bling without a diamond ringI don't fuck with thatAnd you can ask my ex, is we fuckin?Nah, I'm over thatPut me on the guillotine—Read between the linesI was fuckin doing everythingFuckin doing fineI was on my grind—Didn't have the time for noExplaining why the fuck I go and listen to sublimeI hate the lime-lightPay attention to me harder andI just mightLose it been Losin it since before it was a hit, and I admit—I miss the shit I came up on,I admit:I miss the days where I had fun andP.S.- yes I'm the best at passing a testDon't need to study the materialIs really all here—just pay attentionAttention deficit disorder;My auntie a hoarder but I'm borderline everything:You feelin me? Scary Monsters, and… In silent desperation Waiting for a cause To the effect of your reflection Pretty is, is pretty does Nothing breaks like a heart, and This is the heartland Careful where you tread Every corner has a landmine Surpassing hunger's grip There are monsters in your midsts Awakened demons in the Light and darkness calmly came upon us Resting is the wicked But my blindness is in hoping Certainty was lovely But I had to move away Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My wishlist is full of Equipment I need, To complete me: I need me to make me a star, but only so I can afford to go far And be single; Go tell Kris Kringle He missed me-- I don't have a chimney; but I have a fire Inside My Heart. (Well, I guess it's a start--) Nevermind, Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My tree is at Mildred E. Mathias Gardens, so Pardon my lack of decor, It's horrible, send me an angel For the top of my tree cause thee last Starr I had broke The spirit of Christmas-- (And half of my face, so) Half of me is so displaced, And, the other half's floating in space Somewhere, and... I miss my son Bearr, but I can't be there-- It's unfair how Awareness is blinding me barren I'd fly through Mcarren today if I could, I would. I would. I would. ...just to say Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. I saw myself skateboarding Through all the hallways, here Wearing a Santa Suit Handing out Kandi's And blasting my favorite DJs; The music of Music producers who made me… It's crazy, but lately I'm fasting & praying-- Pretending i'd be there with Bells on in Texas-- I miss my Lexus, but I'll drive this Pontiac, back to my boy; That's my Ode De Joy, Merry Christmas. (I'm Sorry that I had to miss this, dismiss this intention I set, miss my favorite set-- (1, 2, 3 times, a charm) I'll just tattoo my arm Lost the bet, but I can't lose this job; I was robbed of my Christmas, cause Corporate owns me-- I'm ever so lonely O Holy Night, I mean Oh, Holy shit: You're right-- I forgot To name all the Monsters and Sprites Despite all my tries, No surprise-- It's the light in my eyes Dying on this Christmas Night Turn Off The Lights I'll Miss Lights All Night Merry Christmas. Unfortunately, my Time isn't mine these double-pay days aren't worth all i'm losing but I'm losing my, losing my Mind And my youth to the fact That if I don't come back I'll fade Back To Black At the end of the act and I won't have a job, so I don't know, I guess this is my Merry Christmas. Chopstixx And this is me Eating with chopsticks, with two hands So hungry So empty Waiting for someone to love me. Screens ...and I can't see the world you live in Silver screens and digital, digital scenes So serene, the sea I swim in; See the natural world. With Light & Love There is light, shine it You are love, define it 333 The world is waking up (The world is waking up) But I was just asleep (I was asleep/I was asleep) If the world was just a dream (If life is but a dream) Then this is reality. Death Wish I live in this place, that I hate Blank slate, and slated; contemplated suicide, once or twice but not now not now— I just have a death wish. All my past selves are colliding; I've been inviting the chaos, and wondering why, why, why I must live inside of a digital box Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder who myself is— Maybe it's selfish, but I have a death wish I live in this space, I've created I cannot hate it, it's comfortable, peaceful, relaxed and though i've been abandoned by man, I just dance, I don't wanna hold hands right now, right now Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder How could I How could I How could I Be myself. Spider Bites Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites It's right outside my window paneAnd the pain I have insideCombination of guilt and prideI can't hide in this placeI almost died in this place Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Songs in my head that I can't writeWrongs I can't rightMy clothes are too tight,I just mightI just mightDie in this place Face it, look at this faceDisfigured and fakeDarkened and sunbakedDisgraceful, I hate itAnd maybe I waited too longThought I was just being strong Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Sleeping In Spider Bites 1:15 AM Little lonely planetSpinning on my axisI don't need my glassesTo feelLittle lonely ladyMisses little babyAttracted to you latelyToo realI'm sorry, it's been cloudyThis can't be about meIn a crowd you can't seeMy faceStanding in a cornerFighting for my honorNo this isn't reallyMy placeI'm a space cadetSucked in a vacuumAnd I'm losing itThought I could find youThe stars look so marvelousI never thought it could beI guess it wasn't meantFor me Nobody's Type Everybody got preferences, Don't need to be checking my references You say that I'm hella exotic I say that your energy's toxic Bad mind be robotic I'm not sick—I'm not shit It's obvious: you're oblivious And she's envious of my (shhhh) Why? Trust Fall Trust the process, don't let go. Synesthesia Sensory overload I saw the sun explode I know I've been exposed To those (x3) echoes Runner Twin (True Flame) Shh. Don't speak, Just feel—it's real. I love you. Yellow. I sense that it's mellow... And running away—it's ok— I'm insane & slightly deranged... But I love you; If that's not true, I don't know what is—cause I know what love is. Please forgive me for my sins— My subconscious wins me over, And over and over, overthinking unclearly too wearily depresses my synthesis...this unlimited energy is consumed in rage and hatred, self pity and witty phenomena nobody can seem to explain—what's wrong with my brain, to be this way? What's wrong with my eyes, to see this way? I see the world changing a different way—less humanity, more insanity—like me, but more of a calamity; a catastrophe, actually. But, I love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love. 48 Days Later Desperate? That's how it gets It's been about 48 days of this shit I'm crazed for this shit Been dazed. Extra? You betcha. I'm not trying to hear it Not trying to go near it I stay clear of it SHUT THE FUCK UP. I need peace And then you woke me up My life was in pieces And you're having fun? Dissecting me at intersections Sending me in opposite directions Wasting my energy Wasting the synergy that could be If you would be Listening to me as much as I HEAR YOU. Stay clear of me, I don't want you near me Do you hear me? I need to be satisfied Not made to cry Or made to think I should shut up and die (By the way, I hate black guys.) So fire away. Hands Sign language The new divine language This anguish is vacant; Apologies, this isn't me. I'm squinting, trying to see The light? It's bright. “Silence so I see...” I smile pleasantly At me I Live Here I live here 15 more days I'm not paying your way Cute trick, but okay This is lame ... I live here; I heard all your lies, By passing the time— I'm just a passerby But I try...not to cry. It's a synthesis... I meant this shit. 3 Times Is A Charm I hate goodbyes Cause you never said it I hate replies Cause you never sent it I hate good highs, I'll admit it; Cause I know what's below 3 times, and you know— Something bad's coming. I'm Dun Been abandoned about 100 times Not gonna take it at another person's pace I'm not running in someone else's race This is my place This is my new place Haste makes waste; Now I'm done for. Cryy Just another ghost I ain't gonna cry about it I'm not gonna boast I'm not gonna cry about it (Pshhh. Burnt toast) I ain't gonna lie about it Almost Not even gonna try about it So close I ain't gonna cry about it I ain't gonna cry about it Patience. Alaska 8, LA -3 Not smart enough? That's tough. Not brave enough? That's ruff Got fat on ya? That's fluff— Enough stuff—have a puff. Must Be ADD Must be hard to be Jon Must be hard to have 9 TVs on Must be hard to be hard Must be hard to fuck blondes Must be hard to go on-and-on... Must be. On Me Wear my heart on my sleeve; If you died I would grieve you I didn't believe you There were two blue planets Dammit— Thought I had you at “Are you okay?” But it's just me. So, sorry… it must be hard Being on guard all the time Don't know what your life is like Won't try to guess I'm just obsessed because you're blessed if this a test I know I failed. And if I was you— I prolly woulda bailed On me. So-So Sorry sorry, I worry-worry No one will love me Like I love the world. And I do know you— But I do owe you an apology... Technology...is too much for me Wiki is the key, and I won't look 3 times. You know who you are; You set the bar too high. Now it's too late Another obsession— I'm just a mental case. Sorry honey. You looked at me funny... And I fell apart. That was the start Of another broken heart Priest Not suicidal Fuck an idol Music is like my bible I'm liable to read it to you, Judas. Alaska's On Fire Smoke & Rain Purple mountains Burning fire Red sun Lights & lazers Celebration Never ending Have fun Goodbye, I Love You Twisted state of consciousness This world is in Chaos I lost you at “hello.” Hey Mr. Mojo Risin There's smoke on the horizon For miles...tired eyes don't lie; Look at the sky— Wondering ‘why' I Do This is what love is at a distance Had you and then gone in an instant Now you're just one of my wishes upon a flower Danced into the midnight hour Wondered why I turn a shade of blue Brighter than the planet that I knew I love you— From a distance. I'm sorry that I missed this chance. Just let me have final dance. I know the moments passed, true... Want to think I know you like I do. “I Fell ” Throwing elbows Who the hell knows How many times I've been hit How many times I've been choked Exploded and exposed to the officers, the Lucifer I married first And what's worse is I kept my mouth shut, even after he split it open— I was hopin he'd at least open his heart Instead he departed the apartment Started Making threats about all his regrets, Left a mess and tested me with suicidal tendencies— Almost beat me dead and instead of feeling anything I said? He ran off. Left me with scars on my head— Blood on the walls, and the bed Red Lips Always Lie; You know why? I had two babies cryin' And he's flyin down the highway Tryin to meet with a “friend” Only told two people then, Lied to the rest of the world: Was Peggy's best girl Till he literally rocked my world. I said “oh, I hurt my face doing push ups” but I couldn't look up for a week, couldn't talk through my teeth, couldn't eat couldn't sleep— Lost my power, got weak And I think to myself “Why did I ever go back?” Lacked the confidence to leave— But now my heart's on my sleeve, And my sleeves are uneven, Cause I'm still grievin Might have still had two sons If I had just packed up And run away. Instead, I'm alone today. You predator, I'm the prey... But I still pray for you. Hunger Within ‘What are you hungry for?' Always wanting more One's not enough— But two is too many. Is anything worth remembering? Rainbows round the sun; Halos round the moon “I didn't see anything... I didn't hear shit.” Maybe you were too lit— Maybe it was legit magic I thought it was fantastic, either way I only wanted you to play With me Stay With me Dance With me—mama Mia— I see everything History Mystery... Destroying “me” The longest ego death that ever was, “Never was.” “...fuck it.” I wish To dismiss Your sweet kiss on my lips Fuck it. Fuck it. When life gives you golf balls, you learn to drive— And you learn to thrive taking care of people too fucked up to take care of themselves. Top shelf liquor, top shelf buds Everyone uses something Everybody uses somebody Being Aliocha What does that mean? I'm hearing things, it seems Electricity, energy My family and friends taunting me Codeswitch How do You go, from ‘me—to you Did what you had to do Did what you wanted to: You're you. Seems like codeswitching Is bitching at people While listening to people Complain Seems like somebody is trying to get me a label of being insane Seems like somebody is making me crazy on purpose to play with my brain Seems like I'm just watching shadows and ghosts listening, whispering my name Motion, Words & Wisdom Part paranoia— And part defense system Am I just sick? Or am I a victim. You're speaking when you're speaking You stop thinking when I'm thinking Meanwhile I keep repeating— Motions, words—wisdom. Deja Friendly faces Looking in my eyes— Telling me something; yet saying another. “What?”, I ask. He answers “I'm here” I'm hearing his voice... On his presence I ponder. I wonder how much is true: ‘Who made who?' It's Deja Vu—I cant help it. Obsession is insanity, I felt it—I still do It's still you—I love you It's fucked up, I miss you; Goodbye then...I'll say it no issue. 16 Clubhouse Avenue I'm in the chamber of love The chamber of love Looked up and and I saw you I feel you just above ground And I'm calling you down, down You're the one I'm thinking of Seagulls and doves Hand in the sand and i draw you If I step into the sea I would probably drown, drown Swaying in the sound of deafness Can't you see that I'm so reckless Keep me waiting leave me breathless And I'm dancing to the sound of my heartbeat The sound of your heartbeat Melting away in the body heat Keeping the Rhythm with my feet (With harmony) Dancing to the sound of our heartbeat Living on love street Babe I can't wait till we next meet Keeping the rhythm with my feet Turned the page, I thought the show was done I was only trying to have some fun Lo$t This is not the place for you Turn away There is something better You are so alone in this world We are not your friends here Look at how you've grown This is now, and the times have changed you You will not be safe. . . Go collect your thoughts You're a ghost Look at what you wasted Dancing by yourself The world has eaten all your trust The embodiment of emptiness And empathy, at best Finally flew the coop And then retreated to your nest Go get some rest, bird Be seen and not heard This world is absurd Take away the night Take away the light Baby, I saw you take flight Feeling like something's not right... Fighting with all of your might Turn up the lights Feeling like somethings not right You're not out of mind, but I beg you to get out of sight You're blind tonight You're too precious for this restlessness No freedom on the guest list, this Is one of life's great lessons: Go home early, count your blessings Exxchange I swing like a Pendulum, pendulum, pendulum My mind is on the run Swing like a pendulum, pendulum, pendulum I'm in a party of one Be And if you love something, Let it go And if you lose someone Let them free That's all you'll ever be (is love) That's all you'll be You'll be Bass Canyon 2k19 Refrain? You're insane We had this conversation on the plane Ignoring all the pain inside You watched me walk away I'm afraid you got paid And in the end that it was made To make me kill myself again This is the world that I live in This is my universe (You said it was ours) This is my universe (I watched you for hours) This is my universe (I sent you pretty flowers) No you didn't Watched you spin it I was crying every minute Saw your heart and I was in it Played your part because you been it Can't connect you to [bleeped] J** S***** But I really can't admit it You're a secret You're a savior You're my planet You're my flavor Honey, do yourself a favor And just tell me what you savor You're a genius You're a vibe I'm just glad that you're alive If you won't let me join your tribe? I guess I'll have to build my hive Queen Bee LSD Made me who I'm ‘sposed to be Haven't even dosed you see: I don't need no ecstasy I haven't been smoking weed But sometimes that's the thing I need You planted all of satans seed The world I see is full of greed Changed my body Cause you put your Hands between my thighs And you were sposed to be my guy I think about you all the time And you know why Secret passwords and some rules I can apply When I walked by the place It's no mistake I peeked in through your eye The West Wing Take someone suicidal, Put them in a box Take away the freedom Take away the sun Laugh because they're hurting Learn to roll your eyes Keep them even longer When they call out all your lies Joyful, joyful I cannot trust No one's loyal Attitude adjustment I was spoiled rotten with Candy and soda But that causes everything, everything to start over Pick your poison Prescription or addiction Look to the horizon Never see the sun Venice Venture I loved you the moment I saw you; With wonder I finally saw you— Where is your soul? I wanted to hold you, I wanted to keep you whole Jumped into a hole and thought of you Jumped into a hole, and— I saw there were two I wanted to fill it... But wanted to feel you, too. Pod Of magic and memories Wonder and light Have you picked all your pennies Washed all your stones Counted your blessings Rested your bones? God rest your soul Praise The Skyy I missed work, But I found the rainbow I found myself But I dropped my halo I don't know about tomorrow But my futures so bright, I— Might just be the light, I— Might just see the sun-light Through the cloudy days Amazing, Praise the sky Origins When we were the ocean (echo) Before Father Time Remembrance of the divine It just was Nothing and everything Happened at once Just because It was all just an accident The happiest accident The world We were We are We are still here I am You are. We are still here. You Are What You Wiah Be careful what you wish for All of them come true Be careful what you wish for Nothing is ever untrue If it's there In your heart—in your soul In the place that dreams are made In the place that you were born from Your spirit speaks, So listen: Do not let go of what you know You have always known it Wishes Wishes Wishes are your truth Be careful what you wish for Your wishes become you. AlllStaR We're not finished yet, Chuck Taylor The journey hadn't ended— You've been on this expedition— And we've walked for miles and miles We have danced below the sunlight Even glided with the moon, right in the Heart and in the eye Of something-city. It never really mattered, being pretty Till it hit me: I could prob'ly buy the world, if I were free. Back to Abbot Kinney There is something we forgot The plot thickens like my waistline— All the sugar they refine, a goldmine Rotting minds and taking time away— Life away—if sad you eat, then sad you'll stay; Don't say it, today is just you cheating on yourself Your shelf life's not as long as your lifeline— Each palm a psalm, To each his own To teach, to own It's a lonely, road But if only, only... (From Holes) ‘If only, if only the woodpecker sigh... The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies... As [the] wolf waits below, both hungry and lonely—he cries to the moon ‘if only, if only' All is Well We don't need another song about... Because they're all about... And all my songs are about... Left it open, But it slammed behind me And I loved the sound Because it was meant to be Left it cracked, Like the egg that I am And I am in my own shell All is well All is well Butterflyy I am beside myself I am inside myself Abiding by rules I might have made Siiickness Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? ... R3AL What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? SUPA And You can't wear your heart on your sleeve With an S on your Chest But you have to believe You can do it Western Lights Diffractions in traffic Aurora Borealis Love The World Hate my job Hate my face Hate my life Hate this place Love the world Hate my life Hate my hair Hate my thighs Love is there Love the world Believe in Everything, have something To wake up for Believe in Everything, it's only Time to go When you say so, so Love the world Heart—Sleeve Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you More and more Don't Go Like the sunlight reflects off the snow I just hope that you know That I love you Don't go I love you— Don't go I love you— You know And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Wannabee i wanna be alone i wanna be alone i wanna be alone Don't wanna be lonely Need someone to hold me I only need one But since there's no one... Stare into the sun I just wannabe— Wanna be Wanna be Wanna be (Wanna be?) Done One Just one me Just one world Just one tree; Just one girl M&C Misery loves company Misery loves company Misery loves company And misery is company— You're losin' me. Planets And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Noontime Take me to the Grammys I wanna meet the family I'm tryna keep it classy But the world is pretty trashy My license is a class C I'm average as I can be I want the presidency, so Somebody educate me Back To, Unh I'm late for my train Plain Jane, plain insane Look up, I see a plane I eat weight and then I gain it Clarissa, I can't explain it I wax it and then I wane it Phone Home like I'm Little Wayne, bitch I say ‘bitch' but then I hate it I hate bread but then I ate it I love cheese and so I grate it I love food and so I plate it Love DRuGs I love getting faded But lately the world is jaded So (Sung, nah-nah) I stay sober—found a four leaf clover Frozen in October Alaska getting colder When they say it's over, I linger, Get closer I need more exposure Cause I am getting older This instagram is closure No selfies and no posers Close your—mouth please Lose your spouse please Because he took your house keys (Choking sounds, gasping for air) I need fucking therapy— A doctor who won't lock me up A friend who won't block me out for keeping up with my fitness Do you get this? No. You don't know. Nobody really understands my self destruction plan But I don't really ‘need' a man, Because I wrote “I am” And, “And.” And—this is my Land ‘This is our world This is our sand' (box) Thinking about getting dread Locks I don't need headphones I need Aux— ‘I want to hold your hand' Awwwwsss— Walks on the beach I am a beached whale I am a teacher I'm gonna set sail Build me a church and steeple and steal from the people So tax free so evil Evil knieval midevil Shirts I was trippin on shirts Avoiding them flirts, the worst Laying me down in a hearse I never rehearse Live my whole life in reverse— I'm Benjamin button It hurts-hurts The world is George Lucas's first, Work From something to nothin, It works, church From First and to Last Every verse, verse Somebody come help break this Curse curse Demons in my universe—verse Remember you asked who came first—first (Two times?) ...it was the egg. Go break a leg. I don't have to beg I'm going to Vegas. Bitch I'm gonna be famous Bitch I'm already A-List Bitch I'm friends with the greatest Sun and the Moon and the stars were my latest design ‘Bitch you look fine' I promise, I'm not Promises, promises Thought I forgot ©racked Hacked Maybe because I'm black Maybe because they thought I'd attack Maybe cause I'm stacked with knowledge—I acknowledge I wanna go back to college to polish it I don't know what to call this shit; Trying to be an activist but I legit don't have the time or a spare fucking dime Bus lines wasting my time Wrote the bus song on my own vibe I don't write songs all of the time, But when I do, I use blue and my ‘Do' frame of miiind. Gotta find the right sound pack Gotta get a new backpack Gotta be myself, that's whack I can't go back I can't take that Can't fake facts: I've been hacked For no reason, that's stupid I left right on time Apple reads minds now, Google makes plans now I hope google plans how to explain how they made me insane picking at my brain— Need my phone to get by, Need my GPS or I digress, I'll leave my fucking phone at home— Cause I can find north, of course—- West is the beach and this beached whale sprouted legs and they can Walk for miles and miles It might be awhile to apply my airline miles, But I got different styles or writing I'm sick of fighting with myself— Pull the trigger already “No, you've already written too much about such and such, so—that would expose those who only hope you turn up your nose and, put a gun down your throat” Oh. Started working on my suicide note, And I wrote about how, now, I can't even go around without the sound of the 3 people dragging me down in my stupid Little Head. Nam Dama Mi That's an inner thought: Keep it to yourself Put it on the shelf, You're a mad man Do you remember me? I am the stars you see And the answer that you seek, Is the blinding light. Fight the tide, You're hiding— Wasting the days Resting Rest In Peace to the Rest of them, Following everyone's footsteps They're practically sheep, but You keep keeping up with them Friends? If only, if only. Depends on If you're feeling lonely, I guess. Do you remember yourself? She was healthy Do you remember her death? Falling victim to captive Both weakened and wealthy Was he, who Could see you Practically couldn't believe you Who was that? Inherited panic attacks from your past— Life goes on. Dos Mi like Viven LA or en Vegas? Dos You a writer or you tryna do this music? Dos Feel like eating pizza, chocolate, tacos mames? Dos Is dat hoe in buena o es muchas mala? Dos Laundromat Undercover 88 Crown Vic Victory is mine History is mine Hollywood bungalow Yucca & Vine Fine line between champagne & wine White lie When I say “I'm fine” Fine dining, I have no spine Calling the bank cause my card was Declined Ladder I climb I'm falling behind The children born after me Never you mind It's such a catastrophe Body & Mind Listen to Skrillex to help me unwind I need my glasses, Please help me find them I cannot see you— I'm Daphne I'm blind *gasp* “Are you okay?!” No—not today I fast and I pray that you won't go away I fast and I pray cause I need you to stay Good-hey, good, I need you to play My favorite songs when I go to the rave My favorite favorite favorite place One day they'll probably send me to space Because I belong to an alien race Cree-Cree phone home... I hate my phone I hate the phony Instagram hoes I hate my body Wanna go home Death is a freedom When we all fall asleep, Where do we roam? Noam Chomsky Write me a poem Cute pomsky— Wish I could show em. Dog show in dogtown You know what's up The tide is down I said surf's up If up is down Enough's enough I'll prob'ly drown Out Sounds How Now Brown Cow Tell Father Time That time is now There is no past There is no “how” There is no “try” There's only “do” There is no “I” There is no “you” The universe is 2+2 It all adds up It's all in view You know what's up And I do too For you are I, and I am you Absolutely: whooo are you? I am, he is, You are, he is, You are I am We are I am They are I am Me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Sunny, sunny days Happy birthdays 60 earth days, or so I've been crazy, so... Here it goes. I chose you, And I don't suppose you know Cause I don't know you— Don't owe you an apology, But apologies, please accept these Tokens of appreciation For all the elation, and sensations I'm so sorry. The complexity of energy astounds me— Came around on day 2 of EDC just to see you, And I missed it. Lost it cause I lost track of time trying to find the reason why a certain guy wouldn't leave my side— And that's fine; he has a nice vibe But I've a one-track mind for your type of guy I'm kind of blind, but I can read between the lines— Every other song was a sign That you could be my guide; Already supplied me with doses of medication; alien communication I thought—not really, you're just really good at being smart So... Thank you I'm sorry I love you I miss you I was misused and abused, which confused me...like I said, sincerely— I'm sorry, Sonny. Sorry, sorry. You might find it funny, but nobody loves me the way I love music. I'm too sick to cope, And I hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. Cause now I just can't get it off my mind—didn't mind whoever's hands between my thighs— The vibe attracted me. Disastrously drunk, perhaps, But I collapsed at the showers— Waited in line bout an hour hearing “Skrillex-skrillex-skrillex” Nose to the ground, constantly looking around, thinking: “Well they couldn't be talking about me...” Because you wouldn't be thinking about me— I've had dogs barking at me for weeks, i think, so— Please excuse me when I say I'm crazy for you. Don't have a clue about your personal life— But a guy with a wife is off limits. I don't have a clue, true. You could be anything. Wikipedia would know, but I won't go there— And I wouldn't go over the rail for the purple water bottle— Went full-throttle on no-energy... What can I say? Sorry again. Sorry my life depends on your music—I can't mend your heart or recommend a friend—just another loose-end to this never ending story. I don't know who you are, And you might know who I am— Thought I saw you dancing as I laid down—thought I was making your face out... Thought I could be your predecessor, but really I'm just a word processor and don't possess any talent—granted, I've taken for granted and taken advantage of too much time Undressed you with my eyes the first time I saw you spinnin—I'm just living life in my own skin, and I've never been “the chosen one” Which is why I run away so fast... When things are too good to be true, I remember all my shades of blue I thought maybe you knew about the two planets. I thought maybe that this was your blanket. I thought maybe that sweater was a letterman's jacket To whatever team you're on— But that super hot blonde with the best outfit on... Seemed your type. When I'm right, I'm right. And when I'm wrong, I'm wrong. And it's always Sunny in Philadelphia... But it's always Sonny on iTunes And always Skrillex on Spotify Mr. Mojo didn't die, He lives inside our hearts. You started it. I wanted it too badly. Ray bands and your hands under my covers... We could be lovers In a perfect world. Thank you for the music. I'm listening. Anna The prettiest girl in the world came to me and she said “I wanna look like you.” And I could not believe her, Let my energy deceive her Cause I, cause I Wanted to look like her more. She said “ohh, I want hair like that” And I watched her stare, like that Thing on my head was a Bright shooting star; haily's comet I'd not let myself believe it Cause I wanted to look like her, more. Anna, you perfect thing Anna, the prettiest girl that I've ever seen Anna, please don't— Close those pretty brown eyes, Your manna. Anna, you're what's the matter with me Can't you see? I wanna look just like you. Intense (Like Camping) Moon shaped eyes Shadowcast lies She silently cries As her memory dies Erase it away Just live for today Don't cry Just learn to lie better You know you're better off When you're off on your own There's nobody there, you're just dreaming It's not really cold, you're just sleeping— It never happened, you're dying inside, Keeping a secret, holding your pride back tonight second guessing your eyes— It's no surprise Slept until sunrise. Just Know Wherever you are in the world Whatever you do with your life Whoever you take as your wife Know that I love you I'm sending you wishes of love Protections from heavens above I am the owl and the dove So just know that I love you It's too much It's too soon Saw your face Met my doom I've been pacing in my room Know that I Know that I— — cannot hear your name again The world that I've been living in Is filled with taunting, torturous And ridiculing, I cant stand it, I— Stand it, I— Never had to clutch a pillow admire weeping willows; Just know. Tears will never ever tell your secrets I told you it was sacred, I would keep it; Just know. Can't reach out Drowning in sorrow and self doubt Would hate to Be left on The list of millions Hoping they can have you So I don't hope I'm holding onto rope Unwrap the heartstring Hope it's long enough To tie onto the chandelier You've seen me so much this year I'm hanging myself, hanging on Hanging on To you… So just know that I love you. In Hate [With Myself] Fat is ugly As I am As I am Black is ugly As I am As I am Would I believe in myself If I had beauty? Would I believe in myself If I was happy? Would I believe in myself Maybe, not likely I just want to die in peace At peace With peace Just as much as I have Love To give Forgive, me, Love For I am in Hate with myself Hate myself I'm in hate with myself Maybe too late for myself Maybe too late for myself Hate is ugly As I am As I am Fear is ugly As I am As I am Life is ugly As I am Thank You, You're Beautiful I Hate The ugly I see When I look in the mirror, But Thank you Because you Are beautiful. I Hate The sound Of My voice When I'm singing Over the radio But thank you Because you are Beautiful Something inside me Is fighting The blinding Light I so wish I was whole I'm the whole world I'm told to stay positive But I am positive Someone wants me Dead within the decade Mother Earth I am unpredictable Superstitious Unreliable Be my witness I'm not Rick I'm toxic I'm nauseous And conscious CAKE Any food is food, to a man who's holding hunger; Hunger's only boredom to the man who carries stress; Freedom is the wish of every man who works for wishes— Woman carries manhood in the pockets of her dress. Smog Check Back to blue skies Under clouds of waste That we can't see But we created All the world is somewhat jaded So get faded— wade in the wata; Pollution is notta problem When you got a lot of em When you got a lot of em Life is everlasting Blur (Lifeless En Motion) To be lifeless in motion; A cascading glimpse At the thought of emotion Miss me by inches No wish of devotion. Sifting so silently; Lifeless In motion. Judgement Day My body was a trial Crazy, Stupid, Hungry, Tired It hurts so bad You're on the road And I'm alone I just stuff my fat face with Anything that might Make me feel loved Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED Of living this lie So I wish I would die In my sleep But I keep on repeating This cycle It's sweeping my mind I find it hard to believe If I meet you again In your eyes and you'd smile I smile for your voice and Yes I'll always love you Shame on me Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm On my last lifetime Home Is Where The Art Is I have panic attacks on the bus every morning— Google maps throwing me off and often, losing my mind trying to find where I'm going; There's no place like roaming There's no place like home I have heart attacks leaving the conference room, coffee stand— Hand-in-Hand with the grand that's Bi-weekly directly deposited, hoping— There's no place for coping There's no place like home I wander by walls wearing eyes, making footsteps Unlikely I'm leading the blind, all behind me I'm finding the line is too fine to determine My side Side-by-side mirror images, Interesting concept: “Conception at birth” How abstract, subtracting Distractions, passing concessions & sundries covering all my expressions Of joy Enjoying Chos in color Home is where the art is. Bouts of insomnia, Battling bullet wounds; Inspiration's a gift of disaster— But soon, knives forks and spoons, A lamp for my room, and a broom, too; Home is where the art is. I'm in the cocoon, for now— Still learning how to be beautiful, Creating a canvas on my back, seeing— Everything, everyday. On my way On my way On my way to being Home. Fr33 Just the idea of being free Makes me in love with me Catch The Sun When we all fall asleep And the sun drifts away Some people stay up To Make up Theworld of next day There is no ‘tomorrow' So follow yourself Swallow it whole, The World: You are the whole Thing. Open your eyes-- All of them. Brownies & Lemonade I see lemonade everywhere But where are the brownies (Am I the brownie?) On my honor, I-- Will do. Nike shoes, maybe in a shade of blue I'm myself, because of U Saw through new eyes, today Something I never saw, at all And I fall in love With love With love-- With Love WIth U (Remember Me?) Whose Moon Is It, Anyway? All the bad vibes are alive on this moonlight night At least this is my last, last life BLU World I have been lost in a world of blue, wishing to share the world with you. Watch it turn from blue— to brown— to blue Drowned in the future Doubt there's a future Now is the future, they say They're watching you throw it away. HOWSLAW Superstitions coming true Tripped over a bag— I just wanted a flag or a backpack I went back for you [For] Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Justice Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Life Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Lost and Forgotten Spirits Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for You my love I am truth, I am light I am freedom in the night I am watching demons fight (In the night, they take flight) There's a spirit in my (Spirit in my) head and I can Hear it, In my bed the recollection of a voice I truly love Fasting and praying and fasting and praying and fasting and praying and…. Forgive me. Sunny Sunday I sent some love your way In my own world I can stay Hidden, Kept secret Give Victoria the secret, You may wonder if she'll keep it the devil gave her all the weapons to be cloaked in all the beauty of a body fit for lingerie angels never go away demons dance and play and wait for you to make mistakes Sheep adorned with lace perfect body, perfect face make Charisma avoid Karma and put Pleasure in her place. Find your place and keep it Lock away your secrets You may not believe it, but: The only world is you Sunny Sundays Crashing waves to the west And I wish you the best I just wish you the best A.D.D.E.R.A.L.L. And they won't give me Adderall Cause then I would rule the world Then I could rule the world ‘Who does this girl think she is, caring?' They won't give me things that would help me to mend the world Cause that would mean theirs is ending Fiends can't be friends and reflections, expectations of men in the eye of the beholding blind, leading wild, tides—moonlight fight with the demons he sent in the night, You're right: Stay in tonight. And they won't give her adderall because they know that she would fall in love with herself “Just kill yourself.” She came back to haunt herself— wanted off this planet, poisonous planet you poisoned humanity (poisoning, poisoning) Any Moore I don't wanna be me, anymore I just missed my chance to be free because ugly is wearing your face out Half of the time, I just space out Cadet Kelly, hellishly envious Losing respect, losing time— I need more. MaybEmpathy Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. FAT Eat-a bowl -a Granola Better than a coca-cola That's ebola no hola Get fatter than my areola Bird's (The) Word Wha-da-da-dup? I mean, “surf's up!” I mean Red Cup I mean, ‘All The Way Up' SIKE. What in the fuck do I look Like Not like a balla not like Mike; Psyc evaltuation Nation is evil Doesn't want people Equal--(equal) Has less calories But salaries at companies can't cover these Insurance fees and premiums Spotify can read my mind, As if it was a medium Shirt size fluctuate From XS to Medium XS was super dumb Maybe they remember us: Two big ass bitches In 3x mini Dresses Dressed to impress the emporer: ‘Impalas Only!' Gazelles for the lonely guys-- No surprise there: Thunder Thighs weren't in season The reason we couldn't get past red velvet lines Cause we like red velvet cake No mistakes made ‘Make way--comin thru!' Best friend pushed us through To see You (You, You, You (All I ask of you, sampled) BOO-WHO I think you're a ghost I think i'm an owl I love you the most An alien hosted Me SupaCree Supecedes--super seeds Everything Everything's everything Bring Me backstage In the age of backpage I hit the backspace Space cadet No Regrets Just regurts Regurgitate Yogurt-- Kiefer after reefer Refferal this squirrel To talk therapy, apparently Body dysmorphia got to me Honestly, I just need surgery. Everything's sugary Food isn't real to me Doesn't appeal to me Banana peel to me Slip-and-fall Monkey-see-monkey-do- Anything chunky-too-funky I can't wear anything I heartraves puts out; I'm not a circus ring Sometimes I feel like Penelope Elephante, Killa remembering All the things I would sing I would ring bells Drinking Sunny-D Juice-- Chance had the answer my favorite rapper, Had to be, probably Drake is an actor. Study the past for future prediction, I never fit in I never fit in Tripp pants before, But I can't afford them anyway. Anyway, What did you say, In that song? Man, it's been a long time Since ‘09 07 was heaven-- Last time I was president LDS resident Someone was heaven sent [sample: Christmas Present, The Rocket Summer] Going on tour and shit I'm starting to resent Everything too recent I'm on decline, descent Disintegrated and separated Soul from my Spirit. Do you hear it? It's me. August 4th, 1985 Stop. Wait Don't look back. Just. Disappear; You're not here, ghost and I'm sorry, I love you But thank you for making me Open my Open my Eyes (...) White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy I. Just. Can't look back. You. Reappeared. Got my own fanny pack. Don't mean to boast, but-- I kept your diplomacy Thank you for making me hate coke and ecstasy Open my Open my Eye, please. Fasting & Praying [working title] Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying for Me to Finally be free White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy [Waltz Love] Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? … And...I'm In… Love with another ghost (with another ghost) I'm in love with The world but The world is Running out of (running out of) Running out of Love Maybe i'm selfless— If I have a death wish… No; I'm just an artist, i'm starving Alarmingly me. -SunnÏ Blū/Novä Raïnn/SupaCrēē More I don't wanna be me anymore I can't live in this life, can't afford myself I just don't want to But i'm going to have to collect All the pieces This is too much, I can't be such-and-such or-so-and-so and so I cry I don't lie down, once i'm up, but my coffee cup's been corrupted I just don't feel it any more more More? I don't wanna be me, anymore I'm so tired of her, tired of hurting tired, and worthless what's a mistake worth? Losing your earnings and earrings on dance floors. “You're so gorgeous.” No, not anymore. More often then not, I'm the pot calling the kettle black Actors attract with charisma, I can't, but— I give love Love— Just take it, I'll make more more More. 823 Bait and switch Magic happened Hold me captive, captain Hollering at Jolly Roger I feel just like Mr. Rodgers This is not my neighborhood I'm good, when I'm good But I haven't been good In about eighty three days It's been crazy, but Daisy, I'm driving you— miss me. Misty eyes, every night no surprise, there an interesting pair, are we— Are we? Absolutely. I live in certainty This is our universe We are exactly as, we're supposed to be. Are we? Can't believe it's been eighty three. Have you forgotten me? Possibly, not likely I think you just might be scared? afraid? I think you're not ready keeping your eye on me watch the way you think Black—and blue—and pink Overthink, think, overthink Eighty three Work 8 to 3, release Please, I need to leave an hour early How can this be? I looked in your eyes with anxiety What could you want from me? Why Why do I love you so? So, so much love— Why? Why do I love you so much, love? This is a ‘look-but-don't-touch' love A ‘never-you-mind' ‘such-and-such' love. Why won't you tell me goodbye, love? Pick up the phone just to try, love? The tension is making me cry, love... You know I just want to get high, love. Why? Why am I like this? Why can't I fight this? I wanted to try this, to see what it's like— I don't like it. I don't like it at all I'm beginning...beginning to fall, Back in love, love—why? This is above love. Why, love— Why do I love you so much? MoonSun And Ooh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- I know you miss me, Like I miss you but Ohh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- THere's no tellin Nothing that I wouldn't do for you But you don't need me, like I need you Elohim You are so Perfect Sparkling eyes Silouhette Smile So Wonderful Your voice could carry me miles And I'd Follow you Follow you Into the blue world You are so Beautiful Practically perfect in every way Pratically perfect, that's all I can say-- Practically perfect; and thank you for making my Day today I wish you everything I wish you peace I wish you joy and love I hope you keep it Please don't remember me I am only a ghost--but-- What you are to me Is so sweet Have this: keep t Here, I hve this…. Secret. (Whispered: I love you.) You are so You are so You are so You are so Lovely, love I'm not in love, but-- Love, I-- Love you {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Kan man trene opp andre enn leger til å utføre kirurgiske inngrep? Det spørsmålet stilte kirurg Håkon Bolkan seg etter å ha sett hva legemangel fører til i Sierra Leone. Sammen med sine medhjelpere turte han å tenke nytt, han utviklet et opplæringsløp som bare tar to år - og effekten av det er enorm for de som ikke har et like godt helsetilbud som oss.I denne episoden får vi høre fra tre gjester som alle jobber for å løfte nivået på den globale helsa. De forteller om:CapaCare, som utdanner kirurger på rekordtid.I Hear You!, prosjektet som sørger for at barn i Tanzania får sjekket hørselen sin på en enkel måte, slik at flere får den hjelpen de trenger for å henge med på skolen.Hvordan slik bistand gir oss kunnskap og erfaringer som kan hjelpe et pressa helsevesen her hjemme også.Gjester: Håkon Bolkan, spesialist i kirurgi ved St. Olavs Hospital, førsteamanuensis ved NTNU og grunnlegger av CapaCare.Charlotte Haug, seniorforsker i SINTEF og lege.Stine Hellum Braathen, forskningsleder SINTEF.Programleder: Aksel Faanes PerssonMusikk: Ooyy – Come 2gether (Epidemic Sound)Har du ris, ros eller innspill til hva vi bør snakke om her i Smart forklart? Vi hører gjerne fra deg! Skriv ned det du har på hjertet og send det til smartforklart@sintef.no

"If you connect with your voice as a tool for therapy and self care your gifts can authentically be transmitted to the world". In this episode I am talking to a man whose voice and music are connected to a deep and sacred spring of love, humility and acceptance. Leaving his workshop I felt I was bathed in an ocean of pure love. This is a wide ranging conversation on creativity, voice, being brave to follow your authentic path and nurturing a relationship with oneself. Shervin Boloorian (MA) is Bali's award winning natural music artist, trained sound therapist and celebrated vocalist. He presents living sound and music as “medicine” for deep relaxation, peace and connection to the unseen. He is also an accomplished recording artist receiving three Global Peace Song Awards for his third album, “I Hear You, Mother Earth” in 2020. His second album, a collection of Rumi wisdom and Sufi-inspired songs, was a music for peace project endorsed by bestselling Rumi translator and poet, Coleman Barks. Shervin presents various live music events, workshops, trainings and private sound healing sessions regularly in Bali. More info at: www.soundhealingbali.com Listen: https://shervinboloorian.bandcamp.com If you like what you hear please share, like and subscribe so these stories can reach more people.⁠ To support the podcast make a one time donation using PayPal: https://paypal.me/beinganddoing Find all the links to connect with me in one place: Linktr.ee: https://linktr.ee/being_and_doing This podcast represents my own and my guests views and opinions. The content here should not be taken as medical, financial or any other advice. The content is for informational purposes only, and because each person is so unique, please consult the appropriate professional for any specific questions you have. Thank you for joining me on this journey

An essential act of well-being, the practice of storytelling creates a social connection that fosters a sense of community and mutual support in both the storyteller and listener. During the Second Annual ONS Storytelling session held at the 48th Annual ONS Congress® in April 2023, ONS members Sarah Lewis, MNE, RN, OCN®, palliative care nurse navigator at Oregon Health and Science University in Portland; Crystal Johnson, RN, BSN, OCN®, patient engagement liaison at Genmab who lives in Ohio; Susie Maloney, MS, APRN, AOCN®, AOCNS®, senior director of the Medical Affairs Company and principal of Oncology Nursing Advisors, LLC, in Dayton, OH; and Brenda Sandoval Tawakelevu, BSN, RN, OCN®, nursing professional development practitioner at the Huntsman Cancer Institute in Salt Lake City, UT, engaged in the practice of storytelling around the theme of renewal in the context of oncology nursing. In this episode, the four oncology nurses share their tales with hosts Anne Ireland, DNP, RN, AOCN®, CENP, and Jaime Weimer, MSN, RN, AGCNS-BC, AOCNS®, oncology clinical specialists at ONS. Music Credit: “Fireflies and Stardust” by Kevin MacLeod  Licensed under Creative Commons by Attribution 3.0  Earn 0.5 contact hours of nursing continuing professional development (NCPD) by listening to the full recording and completing an evaluation at myoutcomes.ons.org by April 28, 2025. The planners and faculty for this episode have no relevant financial relationships with ineligible companies to disclose. ONS is accredited as a provider of NCPD by the American Nurses Credentialing Center's Commission on Accreditation.  Learning outcome: The learner will report an increase in knowledge related to how nurses learn from one another through storytelling.  Episode Notes  Complete this evaluation for free NCPD.  Oncology Nursing Podcast episodes:  Episode 101: Why We Love Oncology  Episode 90: The Year of the Nurse  ONS Voice articles:  Behind Our Masks, I See You, I Hear You  Mrs. Jones Gave Me the ‘Ah-Ha' Moment That Guided My Entire Nursing Career  As Oncology Nurses, We Are the Fish  Connect With Your Patients on a Human Level as Well as a Healthcare Level  Our Patients Give Us Peace in Unexpected Circumstances  Beyond the Bedside: Oncology Nurses Have Endless Opportunities in Unexpected Careers  Nursing Representation Is Critical in All Industries—Even Those Outside of Health Care  Clinical Journal of Oncology Nursing article: How Can Nurses Stay Resilient and Engaged During a Long and Ever-Changing Career Path?  ONS books:  Continuing the Legacy: More Voices of Oncology Nurses  Reflections on COVID-19 and Cancer Care: Stories by Oncology Nurses  Reflections on COVID-19 and Cancer Care: Stories by Oncology Nurses (volume 2)  ONS Career Development Learning Library  To discuss the information in this episode with other oncology nurses, visit the ONS Communities.  To find resources for creating an ONS Podcast Club in your chapter or nursing community, visit the ONS Podcast Library.  To provide feedback or otherwise reach ONS about the podcast, email pubONSVoice@ons.org.  Highlights From Today's Episode  Sarah Lewis  “An opportunity presented in spring 2021 to join the outpatient palliative care team as a registered nurse and after much careful consideration, I decided to take the leap. It seemed like it was a good time for a change, it seemed like a ‘dream' position, and I knew I could always go back to bone marrow transplant if it didn't work out. I was surprised when so early after I switched positions my decision was affirmed, and my oncology nursing career reinvigorated.” Timestamp (TS) 04:06  “I learned early on in my oncology nursing career the power of education but will always appreciate the real-life lesson my patient taught me that day. It not only reinforced my decision to step into this brand-new role, but it also re-energized my practice and spirit to continue to perform this awesome work we oncology nurses have the privilege to do every day.” TS 06:32  Crystal Johnson  “Being an oncology nurse, you inevitably become an extension of your patient's family. Often, we are with our patients throughout every step of their oncologic journey: initial diagnosis, first chemo, symptom management, remission, relapse, progression and, ultimately end-of-life transition.” TS 07:24  “From the moment I cared for my first oncology patient, I knew I had found my calling, but being able to be a part of something and inspire others in a way that is able to reach far greater than the patients I've cared for throughout my career is the reason I continue to show up every single day. Trusting that what we do makes a difference, and we can continue to cultivate a culture of hope within a community that is forever linked together by an unimaginable bond that no one asked to share.” TS 10:44  Susie Maloney  “One thing I've learned when teaching in countries with different cultures is that it is important to respect the people and be educated on what their beliefs happen to be. It is not our job to ‘teach them our Western ways.' This can be a challenge, however, particularly when some beliefs or practices are not evidence based.” TS 12:28  “When working in impoverished countries, it is important to consider what is within their achievable means. We would not teach about the latest therapies that are used in the United States if there is no chance of patients having access to such therapies or medications.” TS 15:28  Brenda Sandoval Tawakelevu  “Although I have many fond memories or patients and families that I have loved and cared for, I wouldn't be truthful if I didn't tell you I've also had many doubts about oncology nursing during some of the very rough seasons of life that we all experience. I've been at the crossroads, and I have seen the two roads the poet Robert Frost has so beautifully written about. This hasn't occurred just once but many times through the years as I have experienced the highs and the lows of ‘this road less traveled' of oncology nursing.” TS 18:40  “Now, eight years have passed, and I keep going day by day in the wonderful field of oncology. The flames of passion continue to grow, and that passion has been shared with hundreds of students and nurses that have been in my path over the years. I invite each one of you to choose to connect, choose to find your own balance in the field of oncology nursing, choose to heal your own wounds life has left upon you, and most of all, continue to choose oncology nursing.” TS 26:26 

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The Reality of the Inner Child We all have an inner child that represents our earliest experiences and emotions. This inner child can embody both positive traits (playful, happy, excited) and negative traits (hurt, confused, scared). Through therapy, Dan became familiar with his wounded inner child, who felt small and insecure. He learned how to communicate with and support this aspect of himself. 1. I Apologize. “Dear inner child, I apologize for the hardships you faced growing up. My actions, such as ignoring or repressing feelings, may have contributed to your pain and for this, I'm sorry”. 2. You Are Adored. “Dear inner child, I adore you. You may not have felt loved at times when you were little. However, know that you have ALWAYS been loved. I am here to love and support you fully, without any conditions attached.” 3. I Hear You. “I understand that you have been trying to get my attention. You want me to hear you and I am here for you. I know that when I shushed you, it must have hurt you deeply and made you feel like your voice didn't matter. But you do matter. Dear inner child, I am fully listening. What do you want me to know? This is a safe space - please share what's on your heart with me." “We got this! Let's work together!” 9. Your Wants and Needs Matter. “Dear inner child, your wants and needs are valid. Stop basing decisions on others, take time to check in with yourself. Your inner child is valuable and deserves to have their wants and needs recognized and met, even if they were neglected in the past.” 10. Release “Dear inner child, you can relax and release the past. You can let go and live in the present with peace and happiness.”        

Yeah, we've heard the melodies from prayers in shull. But does our sense of tune go beyond that? Is the melody really just there to make the prayers more interesting? Or do Jews, both religious and secular, embrace a deeper and more meaningful heritage of music? Jonathan Maimon, producer, and director of I Hear You, jumps onto Bad Jew with Chaz Volk to shed light on the Torah's perspective on music. They learn its importance to Judaism, how modern trends in music and dance were introduced, and the importance of preserving the past's feats while rediscovering the new. Jonathan Maimon is a film director. His first film, “Journey from Tunisia” (2017) about his grandparents and family's journey from Tunisia to Israel, was selected to play at film festivals in New York, Chicago, Los Angeles and screened in London and Europe. When he's not working on film, he's attending music shows, building mobile apps and websites, and playing tennis. *Donate to Jonathan Maimon's film "I Hear You" *Enjoy exciting Kickstarter reward levels here: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1556248266/i-hear-you-the-israeli-folk-music-film?ref=bqbbex&token=6793334c Connect with Bad Jew: Join our online community HERE: https://linktr.ee/badjew BadJewPod@gmail.com Ig @BadJewPod TikTok @BadJewPod

S2E7: Self Help MadnessFrom handling toxic relationships to finding your love language, in this week's #LISGD episode, our hosts share their favorite resources for self help advice. Want more details? Here's what @honestlyHannah and @justJenSav cover in this Episode:@justJenSav  divorces the “ ah-hah!” gift this year - just gonna keep things simple and meaningful around the 2022 tree! Since Hannah is going to Munich for the holidays, this week she is divorcing her time on social media and trying to make some time to read an actual book. She has had an idea for her own book  since 2005, so stay tuned for future developments…..@justJenSav is into self- help books/ podcasts - reading over ten a year in many different subjects - thanks to audio books! Here are some of her favorites:When you need encouragement, check out You Are A Badass and Girl, Wash Your Face!Looking to make a major change in life and are a people pleaser, dive into THE COURAGE TO BE DISLIKED. Seeking a way to additional financial resources, read THE FOUR HOUR WORKWEEK, Ready to step up your professional game, delve into THE ONE MINUTE MANAGERWant to work on your personal relationship with others - both hosts thought THE FIVE LOVE LANGUAGES was a must read, but agreed most guys don't know love languages. Other books suggested include GETTING THE LOVE YOU WANT and  I HEAR YOU.  Getting a Divorce and have kids - read immediately Mom's House, Dad's House - it is filled with great suggestions regarding equal custody, keeping things consistent at both homes and having respect for the other parent in the presence of children. #lifeisshortgetdivorced #lisgd #podcast #savannah #divorce #podcastsofinstagram #podcastersofinstagram #spotify #applepodcasts #lifestylepodcast #womenpodcasters #womenempowerment Thanks for Listening, Follow us on Instagram @lifeisshortgetdivorced www.lifeisshortgetdivorced.com

If you're looking at building retention and creating an atmosphere that fosters a successful in-person training business that will survive any challenge, this is going to be an episode you'll want to listen to.Lucy talks about the work she's put into herself as a coach to become a better communicator to her clients. In the show, she talks about some resources that have been really valuable to her including Love Skills by Linda Carroll and I Hear You by Micheal S. SorensenThis is Lucy's return appearance to the show! If you want to go back and listen to her first appearance on the podcast, check it out hereDon't forget to leave a review on Apple Podcasts.About Today's GuestLucy Hendricks is a gym owner from Lexington, Kentucky. Where all the people who once were terrified of walking into a gym, give it a try, and then never leave. It's a thriving business that has grown by word of mouth.Over the years she's worked with coaches internationally to help them have greater success with their clients. She's a member of the Business for Unicorns, and a Speaker and Mentor.To learn more about Lucy, you can follow her on Instagram here:https://www.instagram.com/lucy_hendricks/Or go to her gym's website here:https://www.enhancinglifegym.com/Join the Facebook community!Are you a new fitness entrepreneur looking to attract clients? Maybe you're looking to dial in your messaging? Or perhaps you're experienced and looking to scale your business?Head on over to Facebook, and request access to my Online Marketing for Fitness Professionals group. Post an introduction about yourself, ask some questions, or let us celebrate your wins with you.BSimpsonFitnessLinks & Coaching OpportunitiesPT Profit Formula Jumpstart - a step-by-step proven process to generate consistent 10k Months in 30 Days with just a handful of followers and without sleazy sales.  https://www.bsimpsonfitness.com/jumpstartPT Profit Accelerator - a 6 month coaching mastering with both 1:1 custom support and community mastermind to start and scale a profitable multi 6-figure business and beyond.https://www.bsimpsonfitness.com/ptprofit30 Day Done for You Content Planner- FREEAttract, connect, and covert pre-sold leads so you can sell without selling.https://www.bsimpsonfitness.com/calendarThe Complete 10k Per Month Blue Print - FREEhttps://www.bsimpsonfitness.com/10kblueprint This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit beverleysimpson.substack.com

Many daughters of narcissisic mothers don't realize for years that this woman projected that she detested you daily. If you were scapegoated, your childhood was exceedingly harsh. You were aaat the mercy of a sadistic, cold mother.  On the outside there are acquaintances and friends of your narcississtic mother who believ that she is the best human being on the face of the earth. She is so devoted to her children despite her outside career. She worked constantly on this external person to make everyone believe what a fine mom she was.  Inside the home narcissistic mother is a completel nightmare. These non-mothers are cold and inexpressive. They don't have a moment to speak with their daughters who needs them. They are always busy, rushing to work, spending evenings completely out of touch with their children.  Some narcissistic mothers choose one daughter as a target for the worse abuse. I have known these daughters who weathered daily intmidations and humiliations, constantly undermining this child. There are daughters of narcissistic mothers who leave the houshold early. They can no longer tolerate the level of maternal narcissistic abuse.  I congratulate your courage and fortitude. You know the truth. You are a fine human being. Your mother is a severe personality disorder.  Daughters of narcissistic mothers: I Hear You and See Your Tears, that lost, forlorn look on your face, the longing in your gut to be held and hugged, the deepest wish for a loving maternal gaze, a mother's words of praise and pride in her daughter.  Take time for yourself; listen to the internal voice telling you to: rest, sleep, find solitude, resdiscover your creativity, humor, your own pace, beautiful music, freedom to express yourself in te most authentic ways that are characteristic of you as a unique individual.  Click below for the Amazon page for my book : Recovering and Healing After the Narcissist: https://tinyurl.com/2p92ymam Click below for the magnificent Mental Health News Radio Network, a global network of shows by podcasters on every facet of mental health: www.mhnrnetwork.com      

Bargaining, unions, contracts, arbitration, compliance. If you Google “employee labor relations,” you'll be hit with a wave of downright scary terms. But when you focus on the human element—instead of fixating on legal issues–employee labor relations becomes something positive. On this week's episode of the HR Mavericks podcast, Heather Anderson, HR Manager at SP Plus Corporation, shared her insights on the importance of employee labor relations. She emphasized that when you're passionate about people, you can make an impact on your company's employees and upper management alike. Here are a few things we discussed: What employee labor relations means How to respond when people come to you with problems Making your office a safe space for employees to vent The importance of strong communication Why trust is the foundation of strong business relationships How HR can work with senior leadership effectively Tips to help HR professionals avoid burnout Steven Farber's article “DISC Personality Assessments” and his HR Mavericks podcast episode Michael Sorensen's book, I Hear You

Tommy Sobel is the world's premier digital habits coach, having helped thousands of busy business leaders and top-performers reclaim tens of thousands of hours of productive time.   Using his background in neuroscience and behavior reconditioning, Tommy trains business leaders to improve their relationship with screens through coaching, proven systems and community, so they can reclaim 20-40 productive hours each week, live life in flow state and have more time off.   Later in the show, Dr. Robin welcomes Debra O'Bryan who is the Dream Manager and Well-Being Manager at CommunityAmerica Credit Union. She shares the moment when “active listening” was introduced in her life, and why the book by Michael Sorenson called I Hear You changed her relationships – both in the workplace and in her personal life.  Debra also explains why listening can be difficult for us, and why it's important not to fall into the “giving advice” or “fix it” trap when someone else is speaking. Instead, she encourages us to pause and validate what they must be feeling in this moment. Debra also sprinkles in some great active listening tips that can shift a company culture and build even better connections between its team members.  Memorable Quotes:   “So, I just started to challenge some people in my community, some friends, and people in the film industry. Like, can you turn your phone into a brick for an hour a day and do something that you love in the real world?”  “The problem today is that we are being overloaded with these dopogenic rewards, these things that give us that dopamine, that don't actually help us survive. Every single follow, every single email, every single vibration in our pocket gives us that sense of dopamine, and we've become overstimulated to it.”  “I think that we're now at this kind of new pillar of wellness where you need to carve out time and effort to get off the grid for your own mental health and wellbeing.”    “In my professional life I was doing a really good job of active listening, it was in my personal life with my family that I was getting it completely wrong. Validation in active listening was a game changer for me and my family.”  “We fall into advice, and not really listening, especially as a mom, we just want to fix it. But really, what people want in that moment – when we're venting – is we want someone to appreciate our struggle and empathize with us.”   “Active listening gets us to pause. It gets us to appreciate our relationships, and to learn. There are so many things we miss if we don't take the time to listen.”  What You'll Learn:   How to create better habits around screen time and phone usage to live more fully, plus how active listening can help you develop stronger relationships both at work and at home.  This Episode Includes:   While working in social media for Steven Spielberg at Dreamworks Studios, Tommy realized he was spending the equivalent of 5 months a year on his phone.   Tommy was able to tie his anxiety, stress, and unhappiness to the amount of time spent on his phone.   He decided to test his theory and spent one hour a day for a year doing something other than checking his phone. He was able to read 27 books that year.   Tommy challenged his co-workers and friends to do the same. Out of that challenge sprang the digital wellness movement and the brick community.   Tommy explains the neuroscience behind phone addiction and how we can change that addiction through habit formation.   He believes the new frontier of wellness is going to be digital wellness.   When creating new habits environmental design is one of the first tips that Tommy shares with people.   If you are able to design your environment in such a way that you remove your phone from the situation it is easier to avoid checking it. For example, purchase a digital alarm clock rather than use your phone to keep it out of the bedroom.   When you practice environmental design, you end up finding yourself being more present, more focused, and more attentive, and you're not even using willpower.   When teaching your kids about digital wellness it's important not to vilify the phone. Instead, teach your kids the freedom they get to experience when they remove the phone from the equation.  People are overwhelmed, stressed, fearful of the future, and so on, but there are ways that being an active listener can help them process their emotions without you having to give advice.  Why active listening begins with empathy, and asking yourself, “How would I be feeling if I were in their shoes?”  Why micro-validating team members throughout the day can make a difference on morale. Micro-validating allows people to move from emotion to logic. Logic cannot be reached without validation.  Why it's important to ask a person if they need someone that will just listen or if they are looking for advice. Most people will know the answer.  The importance of self-validation, and why we need to remember the phrase, “Be careful what you say, you're listening.”    Three Takeaways from Today's Episode:   Turn your phone into a brick for one hour a day and try to do something you love instead.   Create phone-free zones in your house like in your bedroom or your car.   How to shift from giving advice to people and start listening to improve all of your relationships with people.  Mentioned In the Episode:  Tommy Sobel  Tony Gaskins  The Millionaire Master Plan by Roger James Hamilton  Digital Wellness Movement with Tommy Sobel  I Hear You by Michael Sorensen  Eat Your Peas  CommunityAmerica Credit Union   Connect:   Facebook  Instagram  LinkedIn  Twitter  YouTube 

Special guest preacher, Tim Timberlake, gives the message "I Hear You" at Shepherd's Grove Presbyterian Church on Sunday May 22, 2022. The voices we listen to will determine our destinies, which is why it is important that we listen to the voice of God, who will help us navigate this world. May we put our hope in Jesus because He can help us through anything we are going through.

Stay In Your Lane The boundary lane is real! In this episode we dive into  Set Boundaries Find Peace A guide to Reclaiming Yourself.  Author: Nedra Glover Tawwab  Of course we have: Who Gon' Check Me Boo?! (2:05) This one comes from a sermon my pastor preached in November 2021 called I HEAR YOU!   Matthew 9:28-30      ...”Do you believe I can make you see?” … Because of your faith, it will happen.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXMCEbLTiCo   Chapter 5: What Boundary Violations Look Like (6:55) Clear understanding “People do not have to like, agree with, or understand your boundaries to respect them.” Gender Bias Guilt Tripping Examples Ways to Handle Guilt Tripping:  -Enmeshment -Co-dependency  -Counter Dependency  -Trauma Bonding  Chapter 6: Identify & Communicate Your Boundaries  (20:13) 4 WAYS of unsuccessfully communicating boundaries 1. Passive- Letting it slide  2. Aggressive- Being rigid, inflexible, and demanding about what you need.  3. Manipulation- Coercively attempting to get your needs met.  4. Passive Aggressive Let's Focus on passive aggressive: pg.100-102 Assertiveness Is the Way! Pg.103-104 How to Successfully Communicate a Boundary pgs. 104-103  Challenge of the week  Last week our challenge was to reclaim our time. This we week our challenge this week is STOP THE VIOLATORS! Pg. 116 What Would Crew Do?!  (ask advice) I've set my boundaries but now I feel guilty because I'm not used to telling others no… How do I continue to stick with what I've set without going back to old habits?  Quote of The Week  Stop asking why they keep doing it and start asking why you keep allowing it. -unknown  Hey CREW!  DON'T FORGET  Crew, I've partnered up with BetterHelp sponsor of this episode; a special offer to The Crew Book Club Podcast listeners, you can get 10% off your first month of professional therapy: BetterHelp.com/crewlove You can listen to this book on audible. Click link to get your free 30 day premium plus experience with audible https://www.audibletrial.com/Crewlove  Order Book:  https://amzn.to/3rEFc4P FOLLOW “The Crew” Bookclub on: YOUTUBE: https://m.youtube.com/channel/UCxx9aXwDaMG1bcv2o7iH4SQ/videos INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/thecrewbookclub/ FANBASE:https://www.fanbase.app/thecrewbookclub Thanks for hanging with “The Crew!”

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Fam, you've been saying how you've been feeling run down from the past two years and I HEAR YOU. But I also want to name all the beauty in what we've learned about the world and ourselves during this time. This type of change can be scary, but it also invites in so much abundance and opportunity for self-development. I was on a call with some power entrepreneurs recently and was loving all the vulnerability I was feeling from those around me. We often show up at these events as bosses ready to share all these badass things about ourselves and keep things surface level. But people we're cracking themselves open about how massive unprecedented growth (which, yay!) had them so focused on others that they were abandoning themselves (not so yay). It got me thinking about how we can move through life with a softness and an openness to all possibilities and keep moving forward despite the unknowns during these unpredictable times. How can you make sure that you stay on track, stay focused on the present moment, and not get too tripped up by what's happening around you?  I'm going to share with you my go-to ritual that I've been using for the past 8 years to keep calling in my desires with ease and grace and how you can use it, too, by setting intentions in the 6 main categories of your life. This burnout-free blueprint is your tool to harness your soul purpose and grow into the person you are becoming.  Loves, if you've been feeling stuck in your manifesting and needing a reset, this is THE episode for you! Let's keep working towards our goals WITHOUT getting completely run down and overwhelmed - there is a way! Some of the juicy nuggets you'll experience in this episode: - Setting intentions in the 6 main categories of your life and creating daily rituals and practices to attune to the new level that you're operating at - Re-evaluating what we prioritize in our lives, the relationships we keep, and how we navigate the world - How to create more space, creativity, and freedom for your desires - How to DO less and PLAY more and harness the inspiration you need to take on your next project - Cutting out the clutter and prioritizing deeper relationships over metrics and analytics.  - Meeting your edge through mental health challenges and taking ownership of your own mental health and sanity - Digging deeper into your greatest gifts, your soul purpose, and being authentic about what you are sharing with the world - How much will you continue living in fear vs how much will you pivot and shift? Thank you for being here, loves! I hope you enjoyed this episode, and if you did, I would be SO grateful if you could rate the show and leave a review so you can help others find The Brave Table! ALSO - be sure to head over to www.thebravetable.com/giveaway and I will send you a FREE gift of my exclusive Grow Your Grit Emotional Mastery course! Exclusively for you, my Brave Table Team!  It includes the full Grow Your Grit 7-day mini-workshop, plus my Emotional GRIT guidebook, and worksheets to support & help you master your emotions, transform your thoughts and change your world.   Not only that, you will automatically be entered into our giveaway! Woohoo! So go to www.thebravetable.com/giveaway and follow the instructions there. See you again soon!

You're working your ass off. You're taking on more than you can keep track of. You're tired. You're frustrated. And worst of all... you're not moving forward. If this sounds familiar, I HEAR YOU. The great news is that there's a solution here. That solution is a little something called Essentialism. This episode dissects the concepts of the book (appropriately titled) "Essentialism" by Greg McKeown. When you press play, you'll learn how to gain clarity around your goals, how to say 'no' to everything else and how to make it sustainable. This is a different style episode so let us know what you think!! Watch us on YouTube Listen on Spotify Listen on Apple Check out our show notes They Get It Instagram

In This Episode:It's a New Year and a new season for RMIT, so to celebrate Mike and Tyler invite Wes Franks (see Episode #33 "Sinister One") back into the lab to talk resolutions and goal setting. The guys talk about the importance of goals and keeping them in front of you on a daily basis. The conversation also hits on the difference between doing and being and how goals take on more power in our lives when they move us to change who we are. Throw in some thoughts on discipleship, appreciating what we have now, manifesting, and trade-offs and listeners have plenty of things to consider as they usher in 2022. Show NotesWho Said It..."At the end of our lives we will not look back on our efficiency, but rather the fullness we were able to realize on a daily basis." -Stephen Lawson“You become what you think about most of the time.” -Earl Nightingale"And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man." -Luke 2:52"I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing." -John 15:5"There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self." -Ernest HemingwayReferences...Monk Manual's Year of Fuller LivingThis is Us on NBCEpisode #67 "That's the Whole List" with Gus KoernigDoctrine and Covenants 123:17Earl Nightingale Goal-Setting ProcessAs a Man Thinketh by James AllenEpisode #78: Julie Gebhardt-"Find My Happy Again"Episode #59: Andrea Simmons-"I Hear You"Who was Oliver Cowdery?"Come Unto Christ and Don't Come Alone" by Bonnie H. CordonThe Happiness Equation by Neil PasrichaAcres of Diamonds by Russell H. ConwellDriven by Larry Miller"Watch Your Step" by Jeffrey R. Holland"Discipleship" by L. Tom PerryPsst...Check out our website or visit us on our Facebook and Instagram platforms.Mike and Tyler are both members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  If you would like to learn more about the Church or their beliefs, we invite you to check it out by clicking here.

Do you love getting results immediately???I do too!And us, business owners, sometimes we don't stick to strategies cause we don't physically see the immediate results we were expecting.. I HEAR YOU!!!!I legit often DON'T want to do some tasks because it seems not getting results fast enough but then I remember the compound effect… Even if it's a small task, if I do it consistently I KNOW it will bring results…So I suck it up and do it anyway…On this podcast, I explain exactly how I disciplined myself enough to overcome my brain and take action even when I legit don't wanna…If you are struggling with consistency this podcast episode will be a game changer for you!Join my Facebook Group and watch the trainings inside for more tips and value: https://www.facebook.com/groups/EntrepreneursabundanceSay Hi to me on social media!!Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/themeetupqueen/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/francescamoifm/Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/francescamoi/Website: www.empoweringevents.com.au/Join my next Half Day Workshop!Online: http://francescamoi.com/halfdayLive: http://francescamoi.com/workshopProducts:https://empoweringevents.com.au/products/Get Clients Online:https://bit.ly/3hP3TreGet your copy of my FREE Systems PDF here:https://francescamoi.pages.ontraport.net/systems

Hello everyone and welcome to episode 123, “Ask Thoughtful Questions and See What Happens” In last week's episode, no. 122, “The Questions We Ask … and Fail to Ask,” I suggested that to deepen our relationships with people try asking the two questions asked of me recently. Namely, what are you looking forward to? And, what are you dreading? Since I suggested that you give this a try, I thought I should do the same thing. I was curious to see how this would work, to ask thoughtful questions like these. Plus I wanted to brush up on my listening skills. Like any skill, good listening takes practice and I need all the practice I can get. So in today's episode, you'll hear phone calls I made to several people, asking them the two questions I mentioned. At the end of each call, I comment on how the call went and what I learned from it. Keep listening to see how this could work for you in moving you from the shallow end of your relational swimming pool to the deep end where all the good stuff happens. The first phone call My first call is to Maureen, who was my guest on episode 66 “A Solution Better Than Suicide,” and then episode 67, “Self-monitoring How We Listen.” Those two episodes were some of my favorites as Maureen talked quite openly about her struggle with depression to the point she seriously considered taking her own life several years ago. She's in a much better place now. These episodes are two of my favorites because they speak to the power of caring relationships to help us through dark days. They're very encouraging. You'll find links to them at the bottom of the show notes. Fast forward to a few weeks ago when I called Maureen. By the way, I did not give her or any of the other guests I called a “heads up” that I would be contacting them. My calls came completely out of the blue for all of them. So her goes with my call to Maureen: [I'm sorry there is no transcript of the phone call. Please listen to the audio of this episode] What I learned from the call I start with, “Do you have a minute to talk?” Good to ask. But when I say “no” people will often talk anyway I love the excitement in Maureen's voice, more surprise than anything. Happy for the kids to be now in school. “It's been a long summer.” “You sound elated,” act like a mirror listening principle, just reflect back what you observe.” Her extroversion drew me out of my introversion. The laughing, the louder voice. I asked my first thoughtful question, What are you looking forward to? Looking forward to routine, which leads to “space for better self-care.” “Wow, those are deep questions?” Hmm. Reminds me of the deep end of the relational swimming pool. Dreading? “Oooh. Such a strong word. We've already had Covid.” Humor. Like everyone else, as you'll see. She had to think longer about this thoughtful question I stumbled trying to tone this question down. I couldn't think of a synonym for “dreading.” Apprehensive, anxious about, or simply, not looking forward to would have worked better. She dreaded all the driving and time in the car with the kids taking them to activities in the fall “Yeah, I can understand that” to what she was dreading. Good response, I think. Reminds me of the book I reviewed in Episode 105, I Hear You, where the author's main point of the book is that affirming people and identifying with their feelings and experiences goes a long way to deepening relationships. What I wish I would have done differently I missed an opportunity to ask a follow-up thoughtful question. From what you heard, what follow-up question would you have asked? When Maureen said she looked forward to the routine of fall because “It will give me space for better self-care” I could have asked this: “What would better self-care look like for you this fall?” I didn't have the time to talk because of the others I needed to contact. The temptation I avoided When Maureen talked about dreading all the driving of the kids, I thought of ways to fix her problem. I could have asked, “Are there podcasts you could be listening to during your time in the car, such as You Were Made… or,  you get the idea. Could your husband Mike do some of the driving? Would your parents or in-laws be willing to help Thankfully, I didn't ask those questions because they were born out of my knee-jerk reaction to want to fix things. I'm a guy. And it's a curse we carry. Besides, I'm positive Maureen thought of the same solutions herself, and several others I'm sure. So I was glad I put into practice that quote from W.C. Fields a few episodes back, “Never miss a good chance to shut up.” The second call to a former podcast guest The second phone call I made was to Gail Rohde, someone I interviewed in episodes 29 and 30, two years ago in 2019. These were also two of my favorite shows. They are the stories of Gail's search for her birth-mother, and eventually finding her, and all the relational issues related to an adult adoptee wanting to know more of where they came from. Her story so resonated with me because I also was born to an unwed mother and searched for my birth father, as Gail did for her birth mother. Again, there will be links to these episodes at the end of the show notes. Well, my call to Gail started off with a technical glitch that turned out to be a blessing. Listen in [I'm sorry there is no transcript of the phone call. Please listen to the audio of this episode] Wrong numbers aren't always wrong When my call to Gail went to her husband Mike by mistake I learned the surprising news of Gail tracking down her birth-father. The last time I talked to her she had given up hope in ever finding him. I was excited to learn this because I remember it being important to Gail At the end of my call with Mike, I asked him about his new job. I turned off the recording at this point and Mike and I got caught up on each other's life. It was an extra blessing to connect with him. Another technical glitch Mike gave me Gail's new cell phone number which I called and then asked her the same two thoughtful questions I asked Maureen However, I discovered I forgot to press the “record” button, so I had to call her back. Here is what she had to say: [I'm sorry there is no transcript of the phone call. Please listen to the audio of this episode] What I learned from my call to Gail It's great having people in your life you can admit your mistakes to, knowing that it's not going to change how they feel about you There are times when our greatest blessings are also our greatest challenges, as Gail mentioned in finding her birth father Because I had limited time I could talk with Gail, I didn't ask any follow-up questions. And I have a lot of them. If you are rushed for time, it's better NOT to engage with additional questions, because if you do you can easily come across as someone who doesn't care and who just wants to cross something off their to-do list. I learned it's better to hold off further engagement until you do have time, as I did when I told Gail I'd like to do another episode. Save your questions for another time. Timing is everything. My interaction with Gail demonstrates the ORA principle of deepening relationships. Observe - Remember - Act. It started with Observing, in its listening form, to what her husband Mike said about Gail finding her birth-father. There is a heavy dose of Remembering that's apparent here. Remembering what Gail shared several years ago in those episodes about searching for her birth mother. And then Acting. Talking to Gail about doing another episode about the process of searching for her birth father. The third call - to Carol Steward, my executive director boss Like Gail, Carol was also the subject of two episodes of You Were Made for This, number 100, our first triple-digit episode, “Start Conversations With Remembering.” Followed by episode 101, “Life-Giving Relationships” These episodes answer the question listeners had been asking me, “Who is this Carol we hear at the very beginning of each episode?” I explain the long history Janet and I have with Carol and her husband Terry. It was a heavy dose of the importance of remembering in relationships. And then in episode 101 I share the story of how Carol introduces Janet and me to a personal relationship with Jesus Christ, and how that has changed our entire life. The day I called Carol for this episode she was working out of her home. Have a listen to what she has to say: [I'm sorry there is no transcript of the phone call. Please listen to the audio of this episode] What I learned from my call to Carol Sometimes thoughtful questions require time to think about before answering, as Carol answered about looking forward to spending school days with her grandkids. That's because one of her daughters is a teacher and she provides childcare for them, as well as watching older grandkids after school while her other daughter is at work That what are you not looking forward to questioning can reveal a bit about a person's state of stress and contentment with life at the moment. It took Carol longer to answer this second question than it did the first, more positive question. This tells me something I've known for years, that Carol has a very positive outlook on life. With some other people, they'll have a much easier time talking about what they're dreading than what they're looking forward to. Not so with Carol. Similar to Gail's answers, the thing Carol was looking forward to also had a negative element to it. One follow-up question I wish I would have asked is “Why do you look forward to babysitting your grandkids? What do you like about it?” That would have been a thoughtful question worth sking. After I turned off the record button Carol and I continued to talk. She and her husband Terry, and Janet and I, have been friends for decades. My fourth and final call - to another previous podcast guest Hannah Barbeau and her sister Abbey were featured in a two-part interview in episodes 17 and 18. They are sisters living in Chicago. Hannah is a millennial and Abbey is from Gen Z. I interviewed them to talk about their relationship with each other, both growing up as kids and now as young adults. From there, we talked about what it was like for them to relate to older generations, roommates, their relationship with the church, and what young women their age need from their parents now. That was all in episodes 17 and 18. Then in episode 19, I share 5 ways I was encouraged by my conversation with Hannah & Abby who are so different from me: different generation (I'm a boomer), a different stage in life, different gender, different marital status. I had a great time listening and learning from them. But the other day, I just spoke to Hannah on the phone to ask her the same two questions I asked the other podcast guests I mentioned. We had played phone tag for a while, but we eventually connected with each other. So let's see now how a millennial answers the two thoughtful questions I've been asking. [I'm sorry there is no transcript of the phone call. Please listen to the audio of this episode] What I learned from my call to Hannah Some people are very reflective and deliberate in how they answer questions. Like Hannah, they may need more time than others to respond. So I need to give people the silence-filled space they need. I happened to catch Hannah at the start of a whole new exciting chapter in her life. 3 new things coming up for her. What a privilege to hear about it! I was glad I asked the follow-up questions about the classes she was taking and her new job. It gave me a better picture of what her life is going to be like for the next few months. Somehow the end of the conversation got cut off, but we were almost at the end anyway. The next day I got an email from Hannah about something else. She closed with referencing the conversation we had the day before with this: “Also, thanks so much for taking the time to catch up yesterday! It was just nice. Made me wonder why I don't call others more often for a short, simple conversation! Take care!” What a sweet and encouraging thing for her to tell me So what does all this mean for YOU You can also ask thoughtful questions of people, like the two I asked,  and see the good that can happen: what are you looking forward to? And, what are you dreading (or some version of it.) Here's the main point I hope you remember from today's episode When you ask thoughtful questions of the important people in your life you'll be surprised at the good that can come from it. The joy they experience can overflow into your life, and you can share in it. I'd love to hear any thoughts you have about today's episode. Just send them to me in an email to john [at] caringforothers [dot] org. Or you can share your thoughts in the “Leave a Reply” box at the bottom of the show notes. Closing In closing, if you found this podcast helpful, please subscribe wherever you get your podcasts if you haven't already done so. I hope your thinking was stimulated by today's show, to both reflect and to act. Especially to ask thoughtful questions of the important people in your life. All so that you will find the joy God intends for you through your relationships. Because after all, You Were Made for This. Well, that's all for today. I look forward to connecting with you again next week. Goodbye for now. Related episodes you may want to listen to: O17:  Two Sisters - Part 1 018:  Two Sisters - Part 2 029: An Adoption Relationship Story - Part 1 030: An Adoption Relationship Story - Part 2 066: A Solution Better Than Suicide 067: Self-monitoring How We Listen 100: Start Conversations with Remembering 101: Life-Giving Relationships 105: How to Listen Better You Were Made for This is sponsored by Caring for Others, a missionary care ministry. 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Michael Sorensen demonstrates the simple superpower that vastly improves our relationships: validation. — YOU'LL LEARN — 1) How to improve conversations with the four-step validation method 2) How we unintentionally invalidate others 3) How to move past the discomfort of emotional conversations Subscribe or visit AwesomeAtYourJob.com/ep693 for clickable versions of the links below. — ABOUT MICHAEL — Michael Sorensen is a marketing executive by day and a bestselling author, speaker, and relationship coach by night. His book, I Hear You, has helped hundreds of thousands of people across the world become masters of connection in business, love, and life. Michael has been invited to speak at some of the world's largest organizations, had his work translated into over a dozen languages, and has even conducted training for the United States Navy. • Book: I Hear You: The Surprisingly Simple Skill Behind Extraordinary Relationships • Website: MichaelSSorensen.com — RESOURCES MENTIONED IN THE SHOW — • Software: TextExpander • App: Copy'Em • Book: Never Split the Difference: Negotiating As If Your Life Depended On It by Chris Voss • Book: The Compound Effect by Darren Hardy • Book: The Slight Edge (Turning Simple Disciplines into Massive Success and Happiness) by Jeff Olson • Past episode: 311: Communication Secrets from FBI Kidnapping Negotiator Chris Voss — THANK YOU SPONSORS! — • StoryBlocks. Enhance your video storytelling quickly, beautifully, and affordably at Storyblocks.com/awesome.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Hello everyone and welcome to episode 112, Three Ways to Listen Well in 2021. When I give workshops on how to listen well I like to give examples of both good and bad listening. I usually use samples of both from Facebook posts or catchy cartoons. But these are just visual. What I really would like to use for examples would be video clips from both ends of the listening spectrum. Sometimes movie excerpts will work for this, but the best examples are from real-life encounters between people. If Janet and I are in a restaurant or in a crowd of people I will sometimes say, “I wish I could make a video of those people over there and how they're engaging with each other.” We run into all kinds of bad examples of people talking over each other, drawing attention to themselves, quickly changing the subject, and missed opportunities for connection. These are all too common. But I recently witnessed a brief, but beautiful interaction between two strangers at a high school graduation party I wish I could have recorded. It would make my highlight reel of how to listen well. Stay with me now as I describe what happened because it will give you an idea or two for how you can listen well to the people in your life. Listener responses to a prior episode Before I describe the story of this interaction, I want to share a response from a listener to episode 106, How to Have a Great Family Vacation in 2021. John, Good morning. Thanks for today's podcast. Where were you 25 years ago? This would have [served me well then] and will serve me, well going forward. This is the episode where I offered a free downloadable pdf entitled 5 Keys to Making Your Family Vacation the Best Ever in 2021.  Click here if you haven't gotten your copy. Now for today's story of great listening The scene In South Carolina to attend our grandson Nathan's high school graduation Later in the day, his best friend's parents invited all of us to their house for a small graduation party. Just two extended families. Didn't know the host at all. I'll call him Dave. Nice guy. Most of us were in the backyard, and Dave took a break from cooking on the grill and sat down on a patio chair to rest for a bit and talk with his guests. Transparent expression of grief Out of the blue, he wistfully remarked, “I remember 9 years ago I was on the campus of my alma mater thinking, someday my son Jason [not his real name] will leave home and will be walking on a campus like this. Now in just a few months, that's going to happen. I'm not ready for this.” How do you listen well to a comment like this? Response to vulnerability At first, there was no response to this heartfelt expression of loss. “I'm not ready for my son to leave home for college 700 miles away.” Just silence from the guests Myself included.  Then I started remembering how I had similar feelings as Dave when our kids went off to college many years ago. And now just last fall with our twin grandsons I was flooded with remembering the initial sadness, and how I wasn't ready for it either. I also remember the joy that eventually followed. It reminded me a little bit like death, this very stark jump from one stage of parenting I was comfortable with, to an entirely new stage I knew nothing about. I really felt for the guy. The ORA principle: Observe. Remember. Act Breaking the silence was my wife Janet's response to Dave, a complete stranger. “Yeah, and then they come home for a weekend visit from college, and sometime on Sunday they announce, ‘Well, I guess it's time for me to head back home.' “Home???? Your college dorm room is now home???? What about THIS place, isn't this your home?” Observe Janet paid attention to the words Dave spoke, but also to the feelings he expressed in saying those words. She saw them in his body language. He was grieving. He was feeling the loss of his son. Life will not be the same in a few months. Remember In responding to Dave, Janet later told me she was intentional about applying what she learned in I Hear You the book I reviewed in episode 105, How to Listen Better Janet remembered what it was like for her when our kids went off to college. She remembered her feelings, which allowed her to more closely identify with his. Act Janet acted by putting into practice the central thesis of the I Hear You book by affirming Dave's feeling of loss and sadness over bringing to a close the only chapter of parenting he knew. Her comment about when a child starts calling his dorm room home, and how surprising that is to a parent, showed she understood Dave's feelings. She normalized his emotions, which is a powerful way to affirm what someone is feeling. And she did it without saying, “that's normal." Instead, Janet showed Dave it was normal by her comments which so aligned with his. She refrained from interjecting her story into his. She refrained from re-living that painful part of parenting. Janet kept the focus on him, by keeping it off of herself. She did the hard work of refraining from giving advice, and of just being quiet in this tender moment. Janet acted by holding back advice like, you'll get over it soon. It's every parents' job to guide their child to independence. “Never miss a good chance to shut up.” ~ W.C. Fields So what does all this mean for YOU? How can you use what you've heard today to improve the relationships in YOUR life? Here are a few ideas: Lots of parents are like Dave this time of year, thinking about their kid going off to college. Be kind to them. Watch out for them. Listen to episode 69, When Our Kids Go Off to School for The First Time.  It offers a suggestion like this: Call a parent who just got back from taking their kid to college and hauling their boxes of stuff to their first dorm room. “How did it go for you?” You can also send a card or note in the mail that says something like this: “I've been thinking about you, and praying for you as you process (kids name) heading off to school/college for the first time. I imagine it may be difficult to end one chapter of parenting, and entering this new unknown one.” Something like that. We have opportunities to bless people with our words. God can use us in this capacity. Take advantage of these opportunities. Here's the main point of today's episode The first thing to do to listen well to someone is to affirm their feelings without presenting a silver lining to their dark cloud. The second thing is avoid interjecting your own story into theirs. I'd love to hear any thoughts you have about today's episode. Just send them to me in an email to john [at] caringforothers [dot] org. You can also share your thoughts in the “Leave a Reply” box at the bottom of the show notes. I'm especially interested in any experiences you've had as described in today's show, and how you handled that experience. Closing In closing, if you found the podcast helpful, please subscribe if you haven't already done so. You can also help us to serve more people when you leave a review wherever you get your podcasts. I hope your thinking was stimulated by today's show, to both reflect and to act. So that you will find the joy God intends for you through your relationships. Because after all, You Were Made for This. Well, that's all for today. I look forward to connecting with you again next week. Goodbye for now. Related episodes you may want to listen to 106, How to Have a Great Family Vacation in 2021 105, How to Listen Better 069, When Our Kids Go Off to School for The First Time.  You Were Made for This is sponsored by Caring for Others, a missionary care ministry. We depend upon the generosity of donors to pay our bills.  If you'd like to support what we do with a secure tax-deductible donation, please click here. We'd be so grateful if you did.

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I Hear You is finally here. First of many. This episode we talk about how to grind in silence, motivations and inspirations, if college is even worth it and we help all the dry guys with some tips on approaching females. 

CARING FOR THE FIRST COVID+ PATIENTRobin Addison is a nurse in the emergency department at Providence Regional Medical Center in Everett. She's also the clinical coordinator for the BEST team — the biocontainment, evaluation, and specialty treatment team, the people charged with caring for patients with what they call a "high consequence infectious disease." In January of 2020, Robin and her colleague Andrea Leighty were called back into work one night to take care of a man who was being admitted to the hospital. But this wasn't just any man. He was the first person in the United States to have a documented case of COVID-19.That's when Robin and Andi learned that all of their training paid off. Robin Addison, RN, BSN, CEN, TCRN, NHDP-BCClinical Coordinator BEST TeamEmergency DepartmentProvidence Regional Medical CenterEverett, Wash. Andrea Leighty, MSN, RN, CENClinical Nurse SpecialistEmergency DepartmentProvidence Regional Medical CenterEverett, Wash. This is the second in a series of occasional episodes about nursing that will continue throughout the year as WHO extends the Year of the Nurse & Midwife in 2021.Also in this series: The Voices of NursesNurses & Self-care. — o — o — o — o — o — o — o — o — o —.I SEE YOU, I HEAR YOU, AND I ACHE FOR YOUOur first episode of this podcast featured a remarkable conversation between two of our colleagues: Jeremey Edmonds and Victoria Johnson. They're friends and workmates, and like many people across the country, these two Black women were struggling with understanding the killing of George Floyd by police in Minneapolis and some of the reactions to his death seen around the globe. In an episode we titled, "I see you. I hear you. And I ache for you," Jeremey and Victoria talked through their feelings and their reactions and allowed us to listen-in. To mark the end of Black History Month, we're presenting an extended excerpt from their conversation. We invite you to listen to their entire conversation in Episode 1. Jeremy Edmonds, BAOutreach and Marketing LiaisonPACESeattle, Wash. Victoria Johnson, MHPAQuality & Compliance SpecialistProvidence ElderPlaceSeattle, Wash.

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How to LISTEN to be HEARD and Understood; World Empathy Day with Rick Goodfriend author of  I Hear You, But...: Communication,  listening skills & tips for improving all relationships Rick Goodfriend has been teaching and practicing proactive communication skills for more than a decade.  He is a certified corporate speaker, author and accredited to teach these innovative and effective communication skills that develop trust, cooperation and connection with anyone, instantly. Rick Goodfriend uses his own communication challenges to model how to have more satisfying and trusting relationships using quick, yet effective communication tips. The tips will help your communications and effective listening be more peaceful and satisfying, easier and less stressful, with personal and business relationships, ex's and even in-laws. Learn to use proactive communication skills instead of reactive. For more information visit: http://rickgoodfriend.com/